We are the architects 
Homie, in control of your dreams

Yeah, make your lazy mind
Work with s**t ain't ever seen

we'll make the girl of your fantasies
Meet you for dinner
But she's got a thick beard
And she's wearing duck flippers
You can try [bad word] away 
But you're stuck in slow motion
You think you're close to home
But you're stuck in Nova Scotion?
And it's cold,son
You aint got no clothes on 
Invisible to no one
Whoa! That was a close one
Oh, so embarrassing 
Situation harrowing 
Feel your knees shaking
As your vision's slowly narriwong 
Then we rip the ground 
From beneath your very toes
Tumble into blackness
And death is gettin very close
Now WAKE UP 
You seem fine
With one exception
You got duck feet
You're fast asleep 

Three layers deep
Inception