Dinner with the devil

                                    

                                          


                          
Who was the undertaker of your dearest, my lord?
                          
You stand here in the middle of the cemetery of forgotten dreams
                          
I don't care for you but you still keep trying
                          


                          
Do not listen to the silence,
                          
who knows what it'll tell you
                          
Perhaps it'll speak to you in tongues forgotten by all things humane
                          
or give you hope when there is no one else to answer your call
                          


                          
Dance to the sound of the secret drum
                          
We're on our way to meet the one who knows everything
                          


                          
I dreamed in black and white
                          
but my dream had flaming eyes
                          
Don't ever think you'll compare
                          
for you can't breathe in this endless haze of life
                          
but at least you can still see yourself in the mirror
                          
and dare to look