Dreamtale

Loathing your vacuous ways
The straight line of your brainwaves
No conscience, no interest, a mind made of mess
Passive reactions at best
Dead like a drone of the future unknown
A slave to ignoble domains
You want to know why I'm ignoring your lies?
The reason that I will not die?
I have more in my mind
Wake up and open your eyes
Take up your turn on the fringe of the world
Leave all the idols to burn
I have more in my own mind