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 ...