As he walked down the street
people stared down at their feet
they were unaware of his land of the devout
And how he prays everyday to end the revolt
He closes the door to his room
Now he’s far away on Abbiennia’s Moon
With all the anger and fear he can feel
He writes another page of the Unreal
But he can’t save The Vivian Girls
No he can’t save The Vivian Girls
No he can’t save The Vivian Girls

Behind the glass in many rooms in the light of day
With our hearts and minds we pray
As we stare at that vicious world
We ask and plead how we can save The Vivian Girls

But we can’t save The Vivian Girls
No we can’t save The Vivian Girls
No we can’t save The Vivian Girls

With another page he makes them real
And he paints to make them real

And we must free our Vivian Girls
Yes we must free our Vivian Girls
Yes we must free our Vivian Girls
Yes we must free our Vivian Girls
Yes we must free our Vivian Girls
Yes we must free our Vivian Girls