Dreaming of Eden (JCH -- 1992)
And when the night came,
            the dreaming began.

I don't want to wake up.

I don't want to wake up.

I've seen too much for my
            own good sanity.
I've got to be free.

I have got to be free.

Let me rest.

I have seen the truth, which has
            been held from us for so long.

No one can lead us.

Or save us.

There is no ark floating up the Catawba
And no one to part the Atlantic.

Impact is imminent.

We must prepare.

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