Panorama

Walking down an alley Deep in blue neon A dead end for today Under skyways worn Concrete from far below Rising up above Surrounded by shadows Garden without Gods All are strangers alike All riding the blind The purple of their eyes In reverie unwind Circling sub-city A rainbow appears To calm down the fury To calm other fears This random occurrance Is only a sign Of the incoherence In the clockwork mind A symphony of our time Recalling the past People in a decline Denying the vibrations we're made of Somber drama Rolling down hill Panorama All is so still Anyway, anyhow Anyhow, anyway End of all reason End of all reason Is what I go through Yes, it is what I go through Slip-sliding nation Slip-sliding nation Is what they must do Yes, it is what they must do Over the greying landscape Under a deadened sky Sitting on a mountain I will stand aside As I am a witness I turn a blind eye I am feeling helpless But it passes by Is this a modern legend? Maybe a fairytale Just a future requiem Cutting along the fiction that we're made of Somber drama Rolling down hill Panorama All is so still Anyway, anyhow Anyhow, anyway