What amounts to a dream anymore?. A crude device, a veil on our eyes. A simple plan, we'd be different from the rest. And never resign to a typical life.
Use your intuition. It's all you've got. Keys are rare. and there's a thousand locks. Standing in your way. So goes the gold age. Of your tired life. .
And what you found was gold. As black as dried blood. The taste was so, so sweet. And one loves to love. . The whole idea seems unfair to all. But it's always that way.
This is a day without. A trace of reason. No matter where you turn. . And the walls will fall. Affirming nothing. So what's it all about?. . Call on your bright star.