You clutch to dreams as they’re ripped from your head; sleep easy but the sheets stain crimson red. A brave face with a mind that’s weak inside and I know I can see it in your eyes – the hope's dying with your pride.
You’ll walk fast but all alone, together we’ll walk farther than you could ever know. Intact are your contracts – wined and dined until the ink runs dry. You’re all the same but we’ve never been more divided. A mild wind that blows us off our feet – are these the strongest chains from which we can break free?
Burn everything you ever loved. The only hope I see is killing everybody’s dreams. Drown our sorrow in the mud; everybody’s dream is the hope I’d like to see.
Can’t reap what you don’t sow (just like you always do). Is it not better to pave the way for times of change and find a way to make things great again? Have you ever heard vultures sing and if they did would you just let them be? You’ll spread your wings over the only light we have ever known. It’s a lullaby that’s not for me.