A slow procession to the burial Dressed up just right for an early ceremony Every day we celebrate the funeral of mankind Years of reveries gone down the drain We have been taught to follow the prints To reach the edge of human stupidity We break the coherence we tend to keep The future is a torn up black dirty drape One day I'll be reaching home A whole life to reconstruct All our dreams are gonna hang so high All our dreams are gonna hang so high Bitter taste, nothing but a rough sorrow Will we remain when everything will fall? Dead end maze, are we the ones to follow? Black drapes for tomorrow We have been taught to see it differently And to imagine a blooming future Yet we are blind to a greater movie All we can see are these black flags waving One day I'll be reaching home A whole life to reconstruct All our dreams are gonna end some time All our dreams are gonna end some time