There's been a livid flame burnin' in my eye, an insidious mark that few understand- it's never easy for a manic dreamer to die. Flaws reside within in me that I can't deny- so I am quick to offer my spiteful hand, stirred by the livid flame burnin' in my eye. It was simple once to be so vulgar and sly, but in time things become quite bland; it's never easy for a manic dreamer to die. When one knows the truth, it's easy to lie- I ignore anyone who challenges it and glare with the livid flame burnin' in my eye. I've turned my back and emitted a wry sigh, leaving my medals to be buried in sand; it's never easy for a manic dreamer to die. My mind ablaze in delirium has left me dry, and now I can not continue to withstand the livid flame that's been burnin' in my eye- it's never easy for a manic dreamer to die.