A slow procession to the burial
Dressed up just right for an early ceremony
Every day we celebrate the funeral of mankind
Years of reveries gone down the drain

We have been taught to follow the prints
To reach the edge of human stupidity
We break the coherence we tend to keep
The future is a torn up black dirty drape

One day I'll be reaching home
A whole life to reconstruct
All our dreams are gonna hang so high
All our dreams are gonna hang so high

Bitter taste, nothing but a rough sorrow
Will we remain when everything will fall?
Dead end maze, are we the ones to follow?
Black drapes for tomorrow

We have been taught to see it differently
And to imagine a blooming future
Yet we are blind to a greater movie
All we can see are these black flags waving

One day I'll be reaching home
A whole life to reconstruct
All our dreams are gonna end sometime
All our dreams are gonna end sometime, sometime