revelations: visions in a dream

the innocent and the poor

they've got nothing to hide

but the rich recite in numbers

their fear resounds in side

children starve by the millions

the false of the lame

of the foolish few who knew them

then led them to the shame

the king he knights the players

they all know the score

but nobody told his mistress

she was pushing forty-four

i don't want to know

where we're heading for

we don't have long to go

we'll hear footsteps in the dawn

'cause it's just some sort of

crazy ride we're on

the queen she knows the exit

she's been there once or twice

what her savior he got ostricized

for selling free advice

and her knight in shining armour

comes sliding through the door

sporting suggestive glances

at all the dancers on the floor

well i dreamt all those lonely people

i knew them by their names

but their faces lost their identity

in the fury of the flames

they talked in foreign riddles

like actors on a stage

but when the word came they were standing scared

lost in a doomed age

i don't want to know

where we're heading for

we don't have long to go

we'll hear footsteps in the dawn

'cause it's just some sort of

crazy ride we're on