My Tiresome Tirade

The dreams that I see beyond,
Are alive within me,
The words I put across,
Are silent within me.

I once saw a homely wreck,
Put a noose across my neck
It was not my fault I felt at home,
That my lungs breathed, my eyes shone

For those few moments everything was fine,
Till I discovered, t'was all one big lie.

The dreams that I see beyond,
Are alive within me.
The words I put across,
Become silent within me.

I crave to start a new story of my own,
Now that my old story stands unwoven.
Beautiful it was, while we all lived it,
Sinners we were, couldn't appreciate it.

The true few stand martyred,
The rest alive, 6 feet beneath the earth.

The dreams that I see beyond,
Are alive within me.
The words I put across,
Stay silent within me.

Happy were we in each other's misery,
Each day controversy for company.
We all had come as kings,
Each's reputation now a mince.

How we let ourselves down,
No Scepter in hand now, not even a crown.

The dreams that I see beyond,
Are alive within me.
The words I put across,
Remain silent within me.

Its time we returned where we came from,
Carrying empty hearts & moral problems.
The hopes and dreams I had brought with me,
Lie in the gutters of this fine city.

This was an episode quite excruciatingly messy,
Left us all with the sour aftertaste of pussy.

The dreams that I see beyond,
Are alive within me.
The words I put across,
Die silent within me.