Dreaming dreams of might,
Screaming lights tonight,
Up through the heights,
Maintaining perfect flight,
Not feeling right.
Fly over the town,
The lights are mounds,
All around,
Lights shine on the ground,
Where they are bound.
Trying to turn,
Start to burn,
Lights too stern,
Insides churn,
To late to learn.
Trapped in a sphere,
Lights are getting near,
Trying to hear,
(your worst fear),
Whispered in your ear,
Shed a silent tear.
A coin is tossed,
And says the boss,
You have loss,
You will grow moss,
On the cross.
Nailed and tied,
Looking to the sky,
It seems so high,
Want to, want to fly,
And you die.
In the bed,
Feel like lead,
Mottled in the head
You have read,
(and the boss has said),
That you are dead.