Diomedes
vertelt:
“Ik lag buiten
mijn tent op mijn schild te slapen toen ze me wakker maakten.
In mijn droom
vielen de muren van de stad Troje. Dan zou alles goed
komen.”
I wake up,
In the middle of the night,
I shiver in a state of fright,
And the dream in my head,
Doesn't
fade it,
Gets clearer instead,
In my dream people are slaves,
False
prophets on the airwaves,
And every channel, every station,
Preaches to
our separation,
I'm
Dreaming,
I'm dreaming,
Oh, I wake up,
In the middle of the night,
I found my dream in the coat of light,
I
brave new world in my head,
Lewd bad monkeys in the living dead,
I see
power for power,
Money for money,
Fame for fame's sake,
A new
religion for the human race.
But if all the walls go down tonight,
What if all the walls go down tonight?
(Tonight, tonight)
And if all
the walls go down tonight,
It'd be okay,
I would be alright.
Oh,
I wake up, in the middle of the night,
My senses screaming, something's not
right,
There's a shadow on the wall,
Doesn't look like my shadow at all,
I wake up, in the middle of the night,
My senses screaming, something's
not right,
There's a shadow in my bed,
I'm not alive, but I'm not
dead.
Every empire falls, into the sea,
They fade away, from memory,
Eventually,
Oh, eventually,
Everything will just fade away,
Oh,
eventually
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