Strange Days

All last night
 Well I dreamt I was free.
 Free from both truth and love
 And they were free from me.
 Dressed up like a businessman
 Making money off of war.
 Messed up as a politician
 Taking money from the poor.
 No longer weighed down
 By respect, nor decency.
 No blood, no faith,
 Found no place for them to be.
 And I wore my crown
 Like a liar's sword.
 Cursed at the ground
 That I've been walking on.
 I've been walking on.
 All last night
 Well I dreamt I was cold.
 Started up a fire burning
 Us out of control.
 A face I barely recognize
 Was staring out from the smoke
 Then, pointed at my blackened heart
 But the broken voice then spoke.
 Said, 'plans are only wrecking balls
 Then life gets on its way.
 There's more to this than I recall
 Probably more than I could say.
 And if hate shall be your weapon
 Lonely death shall be your toll.
 And if profit is your motive
 Then emptiness your soul.
 Emptiness your soul.
 All last night
 Well I dreamt I was gone.
 Nothing left but ashes,
 A bitter taste upon your tongue.
 Shadows in the market
 Where as a child I had once played,
 Abandoned in the evening
 Like a bloodless serenade.
 Every moment crashing
 Through my mind, cold like the wind
 That whistles down the promenade
 Where my love and I had been.
 No countenance, no reason
 For the things I may have done
 Left stripped and standing naked
 In the place that I begun.
 All come undone
 Saw these strange days ...