I woke up again to this recurring dream, Where the sky was clear, and a soothing light shined on my skin, Where a majestic flock of bird soared high in the winds, And a bright sun sets over landscapes of blue and green.
Breath after breath, I felt pacified, Comforted by the sight of a pristine scenery. Could it be real? Could I be there? But as my eyes opened, I was struck by this terrible reality...
Another day of toil as a parasitic lifeform, My contribution, my daily pollution. The noxious fumes rise up again over our world of grey, Tainting the foul atmosphere we are cooped up in. A caged population in an industrial nightmare, Cloistered in superficial conveniences.
Bathed in artificial lights and medicated beyond reason, To hide the cloaking of the sun from our dull-witted minds. The self-righteous collective efforts of the hypocrites, Dismissing their own responsiblities out of hand, Could not impede the frantic madness of the crowd, Before the sight of the sky was just a recollection from the past.
It finally came to the point where we have our back to the wall, Where this hideous world we made will be our disgraceful inheritance. Could we ever find the heart to look at our descendants in the eyes, Knowing that by our fault their own children will never dream of the stars.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
