confusion

Oh happy days, oh happy days
when we could all choose our own separate ways
but now we cant, for he looks over us
he took everything from us because he says
we are unworthy and sadly this is true
we are not worthy to bathe in his glory
unworthy we are to see his very shadow
the line between fantasy and reality is very thin
in his presence, all comes out from within
horrors become true, and dreams turn to nightmares
in this dreaded land of the dead
though at times i wonder, could all this be in my head?