Strange Days - Mat Mchugh

All last night

Well I dreamt I was free

Free from both truth and love

And they were free from me

Dressed up like a businessman

Making money off of war

Messed up as a politician

Taking money from the poor

No longer weighed down

By respect, nor decency

No blood, no faith

Found no place for them to be

And I wore my crown

Like a liar's sword

Cursed at the ground

That I've been walking on

I've been walking on

All last night

Well I dreamt I was cold

Started up a fire burning

Us out of control

A face I barely recognize

Was staring out from the smoke

Then, pointed at my blackened heart

But the broken voice then spoke

Said, 'plans are only wrecking balls

Then life gets on its way

There's more to this than I recall

Probably more than I could say

And if hate shall be your weapon

Lonely death shall be your toll

And if profit is your motive

Then emptiness your soul

Emptiness your soul

All last night

Well I dreamt I was gone

Nothing left but ashes

A bitter taste upon your tongue

Shadows in the market

Where as a child I had once played

Abandoned in the evening

Like a bloodless serenade

Every moment crashing

Through my mind, cold like the wind

That whistles down the promenade

Where my love and I had been

No countenance, no reason

For the things I may have done

Left stripped and standing naked

In the place that I begun

All come undone

Saw these strange days ...