So long and farewell to all the dreams I ever dreamt.
You could argue that it’s not worth the trouble in the end.
Hunting season for hopes will come around again,
And I’m too afraid to open the door.
How nice it is to feel fear, to feel your breath disappear.
Make a wish and let it die, like your friends in the sky,
‘Cause you’ll always stay here.
We are made from the dirt that our ancestors walked on.
We are made from the horrors that our grandparents talked of.
Yet they hope for the best while we live out our wrecks,
And we’re made to feel shame for the games that they played,
For the things that they thought of.
How nice it is to feel warmth, to feel your skin burn.
Dream a dream and then scream, ‘cause it don’t mean a thing,
That is all you’ll ever learn.
I once dreamed that I’d be the exception to the rules.
I once dreamed that I’d be inspiration for all the fools in love.
Then I tripped and I fell. I’m afraid I will never rise again.
Such a mess straight from Hell, and I have never cried again.
The other failures called this a message from above.
How nice it is to feel pain, to watch your skin scrape away.
They force-fed us hope and gave us nothing to cope.
They filled us right up just to watch us explode.
So just wave goodbye and then cry, like the clouds in the sky,
For tomorrow, we fade.