The Impossible of Dreams

I lie awake and think of all the starving

all the senseless dying

Is there some meaning long forgotten

The stringent way of excess

to perfect the impossible of dreams

The stringent way of excess

to perfect the impossible of dreams

To suffer, to torture instinctively

Just flexing your muscles and might

Society accepts no diversions

Always prepared for a fight

Sometimes such thoughts are abandoned

And meaningless drivel is discussed

Incriminating, nothing substantial

You people should just get a grip

Their focus relies upon your hatred,

thoughts of upheavel, distrust

The dead and the dying unequal

for a limited time in surplus

Sometimes such thoughts are abandoned

And meaningless drivel is discussed

Incriminating, nothing substantial

You people should just get a grip