Panorama

Walking down an alley

Deep in blue neon

A dead end for today

Under skyways worn

Concrete from far below

Rising up above

Surrounded by shadows

Garden without gods

All are strangers alike

All riding in blind

The purple of their eyes

In reverie unwind

Circling sub-city

A rainbow appears

To calm down the fury

To calm other's fears

This random occurrence

Is only a sign

Of the incoherence

In the clockwork mind

A symphony of our time

Recalling the past

People in a decline

Denying the vibrations we're made of

Somber drama

Rolling downhill

Panorama

All is so still

Anyway, anyhow

Anyhow, anyway

End of all reason

End of all reason

Is what I go through

Yes, it is what I go through

Slip, sliding nation

Slip, sliding nation

Is what they must do

Yes, it is what they must do

Over the greying landscape

Under a deadened sky

Sitting on a mountain

I will stand aside

As I am a witness

I turned a blind eye

I am feeling helpless

But it passes by

Is this a modern legend?

Maybe a fairy tale

Just a future requiem

Cutting along the fiction that we're made of

Somber drama

Rolling downhill

Panorama

All is so still

Anyway, anyhow

Anyhow, anyway