It's a recurring dream so
Terrifying and long
They are huge machines
But also some of them integrate as us
Or we collaborate with them
Or both
People are separated from each other
There are new things happening
In vast buildings
While other things stay the same
In burned out buildings
We huddle and hide and burrow
In attics and basements
We wait to fight
They're coming with
Flamethrowers, I did have
That vision so
I need to find the children
A guy in a bar wants to
-- I heard him right he wants to --
It's not you, **** it's good

And I'm still looking for you
The machines hover
Large explosions on horizons
Dusk in the huge back yard
Where it seems far away
But isn't so much anymore
And back in the city
Again looking for clean bathrooms
To tide us over
Until
Where are you
My lost children
Someone left
The back door
Open

In the city
Down long corridors
Across strange vistas
Up staircases and
In rooms of dark secrets
I look for you
And the children
And a place to hide

The calm life
Was a dream
Yes that was the dream
This being real
This being fear