I have these dreams drowning in my head
Replaced by the Spider webs you call my mind,
destroying the new, creating the old.
And in the sky I can see the moon, it has met the sea.
The human race, but a mystery of the past.
Their God died too, but not trying to save them.
There is a chemical brightnesss
where the Son once sat, and it is
surrounded by stars, killed a long
time ago by science. Life is no
longer lived but controlled. The
machines, they do run rampant,
killing their masters, living without life.
