Walking down an alley
 Deep in blue neon
 dead end for today
 Under skyways worn

 Concrete from far below
 Rising up above
 Surrounded by shadows
 Garden without gods

 All are strangers alike
 All riding the blind
 The purple of blind
 The purple of their eyes
 In reverie unwind

 Circling sub-city
 rainbow appears
 To calm down the fury
 To calm all the fears

 This random occurance
 Is only a sign
 Of the incoherence
 In the clockwork mind

 symphony of our time
 Recalling the past
 People in a decline
 Denying the vibrations we're made of

 Somber drama
 Rolling down hill
 Panorama
 All is so still
 Anyway, anyhow
 Anyhow, anyway

 End of all reason
 Is what I go through
 Yes, it is what I go through

 Slip-sliding nation
 Is what they must do
 Yes, it is what they must do

 Over the greying landscape
 Under a deadened sky
 Sitting on a mountain
 I will stand aside

 As I am a witness
 I turn a blind eye
 I am feeling helpless
 But it passes by

 Is this a modern legend?
 Maybe a fairy tale
 Just a future requiem
 Cutting along the fiction that we're made of