the past <
dreamers slowly fade<
into the blue of the sky<
their souls reach heaven <
then the dreams crash to <
the ground<
the dirty concert<
the cities<
the country<
the schools<
like shooting stars<
the dreams<
land<
inside of hearts of children or old men<
a million pieces<
like glass <
are scattered<
amongst humanity<
because throughout history<
we murder our dreamers<
our believers<
awareness<>
asleep<>
awake<>
asleep<
which is worse<
which is better<
so many seem to rather<
sleep<
sleep<
crucify<
the saints<
sleep<
sleep<>
live for<
material things<
sleep<
sleep<
crucify
the saints
nowadays<
i think we killed all the saints<
in childhood<
we stuck them in front of tvs<
fed them drugs<
someone told me that <
i think
some people<
medicate themselves so they<
can't<>
won't<
refuse<
to feel<
medicate themselves<
so you don't see<
the destruction<
so they don't see what is wrong<
so they don't feel the pain<

medicate <
so they don't understand<
so you, they, me part<
or become anything<
other than<
what you think<
they want to be<
blind<
deaf<
numb<
robotic<
monsters<
reach out<
and try to <
take<
take<
fill the holes <
but they can't<
then something <
comes and <
sinks its mouth <
into them<
they are its food<
they are its energy<
they are its life line<
they feed the monsters<
the very ones they<
are trying to <
run from
but they have them<
because they hunt <
by the smell of fear<
they kill those<who believe <
that truth is<
to remain<
blind<
deaf<
mute<
but there are some
those<
who are touched<
who are moved<
by the dream<
who let the glass<
penetrate <
their souls<
and there
they feel the pain<
the love<
the beauty<
the hate<
the passion<
the dream<
they open their eyes<
they speak the truth<
fear comes to hunt them<
and they face it <
head on<
they fight<
they survive<
and sometimes<
they are the ones<
who over time<
are used<
by heaven<
conducted<
by the conducter<
moved <
used<
to bring<
little rays of hope<
of light <
to pierce<
the darkness<
to penetrate<
the fear<
to counteract<
the hopelessness<
the despair<>
they hunt<
the hunters<
they protect<
the prey<
they are<
those who<
fight<
for dreams<
for truth<
for love<
the harder <
they fight<
the more<
they are attacked<

but they go on<>
they never stop<
till they are gone<

then the love<>
they left behind<
transfers <
from one heart<
to another<

from one life to another<
silently<
they move<>
like water<
a current<
under<
above<
around<
it is there
if you <
open your eyes<
you will see<