Mob Rules

Dead in the streams as a victim of dreams
Hear the whisper of unspoken promises
Moving around with your feet on the ground
It's getting dangerous to fall – will it burn a hole?
Why don't you ease my pain
High hopes will be in vain
With all my tears dried out
It's you and me – the river of pain
Print on the wall with some blood from us all
And the shadows of uncertain darkness
After the war in a world without law