A Dying Dream

Flowing through an empty surface
I am now dying here, falling in place.
Craving the wealthy gardens of our 
Simple minds, blasting the earth. 
But now you can't believe in what you are told, 
Blaming everything that you've seen or heard.
Saving the memories of the very past, 
Why can't you see that we're moving really fast. 
Staunching the lonely rivers
Of our mortality, enslaving our lands. 
Blaming the other side for our problems, 
Going beyond our time.
But you just can't see what is really going on,
Going back in space just to find your God.
Popping all those pills that you find on the streets,
Showing the whole damn world your insecurity. 
Fighting for your jealousy
Through the inner walls, closing history.
Begging for another chance, 
You are wondering why, why can't this end?
But the time is too late just to fix your mistakes,
We've got to take a stand & fight the golden man.
Plowing through grenades of a gun-wielding maid, 
Showing all your tricks, we're now leaving the sand.
Listen here & understand,
I won't say it twice, let's be serious.
Everything your see here 
Is a dying dream, so let us make it real.