I dreamt of an orchard where the autumn leaves fall,
And the breeze that carries them away.
Where out ghosts run wild, fed to be free,
Hand in hand in the ocean’s spray.

Dreaming of the day we vanish with no trace;
The sun swells the desiccated grass,
And the smell of that fresh ocean’s air
Exhalts towards freedom at last.

Fearing the notion of inevitability;
The knowledge of having to wake up.
Promise me that: if we do what we choose,
Then we will choose to never give up,

On our disregard, as we prance through the yard.
Through the abruption my words become clear,
That our subservient minds become fundamental,
And that Utopia is all up in here.

Standing in our thousands, why do we feel so small?
Why do we give them power? And trust that they don’t fall?
They're only man made humans. Just like me and you.
So why do they constrict what we can and cannot do?
There controlling every step; every breath that we take.
The world is going under and it’s not our mistake.

We will end this catastrophe. We will break a few rules.
We will make new religions. We will banish the fools.
We will break the ordination. They will crash and burn
They will bring there own fate, and in there fate we will turn
To the truth that we are blind, from the lies we would find.
We will break from this sequence; we will make our own minds.

This will not suffice. We won’t crash nor will we fall.
We won’t give up our dreams. Take a stand! Here me call
For those who believe in all fairness and not in jurisdiction;
Politics and parliament, believe not in there fiction.
Believe only in ones self when the mind is free and true.
Because we are in control - not them. Me and you