Dreamers
Cold Hollowness
Broken souls
Just out of reach
Lying like a dog on stairs
Lying at death's door
Lying like pitiless mud
Lying like a trigger-less gun
Lying to myself
Who am I ?
Who cries at the devil's throne.
Who are we?
Who except life as no other
Who are they?
The dreamers
Who make something of themselves
What am I?
Who feels like a lonely brick
What are we?
Who can't love, and never hate
What are they?
The dreamers
Who live in Barbie doll mansions made in Taiwan
Where am I ?
Trapped like a cat down a well
Where are we?
Far from a new world order
Where are they?
The dreamers
Driving their sports cars down the beach
Why am I ?
Pointless as the ground I step on
Why are we?
Communities
Why are they?
The dreamers
To force me and we to dream.
