Atomic Opera Feverdream
The flowers in your hair have all withered The tears dried in your eyes and filled with sand The toys we built for play have overcome us It doesn't seem like a world without end I try to stir from the slumber and the vision I try to rise from the poison of the dream I try to hold on to the things I should believe in I try to remember the things that I believe The freedom in the air is polluted And free love is a never ending need I hear people praying for the future But it sounds like like they're talking in their sleep I try to run from the anger and the reason I try to figure out what's wrong ... It looks like a fever to me Makes people do crazy things It's got to be a fever dream
