Keep dreaming what dreams may come,

drowning slow,

Dreaming of dreams yet to be done,

as we go,

As if a man could ever fathom or see,
What sensations or real dreams could ever be,

god looked down on us today,
The day the world forgot to pray,

And drowned us in his self pity,

The day the world
exploded,
imploded,
degraded, sufficiently seperated from the degenerated, belated, procrastinated population inhabiting the mezzanine of the world unseen,
was the day you scraping, mis-shapen, groveling, begging, pleading, bleeding, got down on both knees and started screaming.
Keeping dreaming what dreams may come,
Dreaming of dreams yet to be done,
As if a man could ever fathom or see,
What sensations or real dreams could ever be,
god looked down on us today,
The day the world forgot to pray,

And drowned us in his self pity,