Black Drapes For Tomorrow - Shores Of Null

BLACK DRAPES FOR TOMORROW

A slow procession to the burial

Dressed up just right for an early ceremony

Every day we celebrate the funeral of mankind

Years of reveries gone down the drain

We have been taught to follow the prints

To reach the edge of human stupidity

We break the coherence we tend to keep

The future is a torn up black dirty drape

One day I’ll be reaching home

A whole life to reconstruct

All our dreams are gonna hang so high

Bitter taste, nothing but a rough sorrow

Will we remain when everything will fall?

Dead end maze, are we the ones to follow?

Black drapes for tomorrow

We have been taught to see it differently

And to imagine a blooming future

Yet we are blind to a greater movie

All we can see are these black flags waving

One day I’ll be reaching home

A whole life to reconstruct

All our dreams are gonna end some time