The Dreamer

steel is circulating the air is cold mirrors reflecting the sky skyscrapers cover the sun a huge machinery slowly rotates I close my eyes my thoughts become wings I fly high in the sky you are already waiting we kiss us in the clouds the future is rotating the cold bites all of us in uniforms like robots movements equated here is mind control you`re violating virtual morality corporal punishment sets in now the pain pulsates my thoughts become wings I fly high in the sky you are already waiting we kiss us in the clouds the future is rotating