We are the Music Makers
We are the music makers,
and we banged the drum too long.
We’ve been the dreamers of dreams;
of a world gone wrong.
Wondering what may break us.
Imagining our own creation.
Swimming in the desolate streams;
of fearful manifestation.
Forget those world forsakers,
World losers gone too far,
Lunacy the pale moon gleams:
Twinkle, twinkle little star.
Now all you movers and shakers,
Rise up, raw in revolution.
Til the world for ever, it seems;
Breaks down this false illusion.