Some sense finally in your eyes, the first time, maybe the last?
Proud!, stupid!, full of greed, your life was like the others...
Your work here is done. You don't need to wake again...
Turn back to dust, with your perfect dreams of your perfect world!
Turning cold so proud, and nothing we gained...
All seems to be done, there's nothing left for us...
Your dollars' still in your kitchen, there was nothing to eat...
Dead!, buried!, six feet under, your life was like the others...
Our work here is done. We don't need to wake again...
Turning to dust, with our perfect dreams of our perfect world!
