Dying World

This system is an adrift car
Leading down toward the bottom of a slope
Its driver got a buzz, swimming with the sharks
He muscled his way up to do what’s evil
Choler picked up speed
Leading its followers in the wrong way
Those who hangs out with hybrid breed
On downhill he will accelerate even no brakes
Crossing the double hand at full speed

This system is like a ship without a rudder
Its bulwark has fallen, there’s no dinghies
The propeller’s stopped and the water becomes rubber
Just turn the prow to starboard of lost dreams

If you can get a single real dream
Even if you shipwreck you will still swim
But any unreality that you believe in
It will make you stumble, stumble on nothing