Neutral Sweet Dream... Dead Dreamer...
I see my dawn in funny bloody colors They melt in innocence within my silver skies One color's love... but pain and death - the others Like thorns they grow in self-made paradise I feel the sun that tears my black horizon No matter how it happens and survives My self is lost, it's purity's decisive My soul is freezed and slowly-slowly dies This dream is sweet... too sweet for me to trust it It lasts without serenity and grace It gives awards, but only cold and rusted And puts a seal of horror to my face So... guided by distress and fear only I'm dancing silently to their discordant peel Oh, love has never been so sad and lonely And death has never been so easy-real... So cold, so dark inside... Time slowly dies in ruins, driven by fear My wounds are fresh and hurt badly... Can you tell me the reason for crying? Can you show me the end of this torture? Let me touch this black horizon Let me slide along these polished fields of loneliness Silver flowers smell death, sweet air smells violence I_m so scared but I'm free... Free from doubts, free from joy From pleasure and mercy, from hope and betrayal I'm free from silence and from the dream that destroys the dreamer
