When the life was running and I wasn't cold,
Shadows surpassed all that I was told,
Sweet rivers now flow to me,
Damned now the tributary squelched,
Natives don't dance so set them free!
How could I have known,
Why was I not shown,
That my world would be cold,
As a god I now grow old,
Life never was to seem,
Like the last dream.
Green fields were scorched by the seering sun,
Mountains toppled and the earth was done,
I recovered an ancient way,
Now all that I remember wanting is,
To snap the pendant and throw it all away!
Lack of forsight drown,
Golden era now a subdoed brown,
Utopia haunted me,
Until I had to see,
I hung the world from a beam,
As dictated by the last dream.
Everything we once held as anger,
Was what gave us our hope,
That which we hated,
In turn provided us love,
And that which we wished to kill,
Fed our very primal desire to live.
Oh, the anguish grows...
The war that took our children away,
Gave us the drive to change the way,
Dying embers of the rainforest slaughter,
At least it gave us some warmth,
And the ever so polluted oceans...
Our only reason to want to change.
Imagine... (A better dead visionary)
There is no heaven,
That was my dream,
No inferno below us,
Above us nothing,
Imagine all the people,
Living void of spirituality...
All lines have been erased,
Manifest by the dream,
No reason to love or live,
Faith lost too,
Imagine all the people,
Living life in tranquility...
Now you own nothing,
The dream took it away,
All value and taste gone,
A kindred of desolation,
Imagine all the people,
Not wanting the world...
It was the last dream,
After which there were none,
I hope some day to dream again,
Cause right now the world is done.