The surreal dream

The unspoken speaks
The blind will lead

Tell me how pathetic
Who should bleed?

Stomp that pretty face
And stone that flawless soul you see
She is not as good you think she is

Applause if you hear her depart
Bottoms to the last drop of wine
The chandelier shall now be dimmed

The unspoken chanted native language
The blind saw horrendous image

The reborn phoenix flew to the chimney
It felt like a déjà vu thing

All for the surreal dream