A slow procession to the burial Dressed up just right for an early ceremony Every day we celebrate the funeral of mankind Years of reveries gone down the drain
We have been taught to follow the prints To reach the edge of human stupidity We break the coherence we tend to keep The future is a torn up black dirty drape
One day I'll be reaching home A whole life to reconstruct All our dreams are gonna hang so high All our dreams are gonna hang so high
Bitter taste, nothing but a rough sorrow Will we remain when everything will fall? Dead end maze, are we the ones to follow? Black drapes for tomorrow
We have been taught to see it differently And to imagine a blooming future Yet we are blind to a greater movie All we can see are these black flags waving
One day I'll be reaching home A whole life to reconstruct All our dreams are gonna end sometime All our dreams are gonna end sometime – sometimeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
