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 soul

Cursed at the ground that I've been walking on

I've been walking on

I've been walking on

All last night, well, I dreamt I was cold

Started up a fire burning that's out of control

A face I barely recognize was staring out from the smoke

Then pointed at my blackened heart and with a 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 should be your weapon, only death shall be your toll

And if profit is your motive, then emptiness your soul

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, pulled like the wind

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

All come undone

Yeah

So these strange days

So these strange days

So these strange days

So these strange days

Take me away