The Final Dream کے بول

You miss the blue light from your touch color screen All pictures are black and white in your monochrome dream Long live the king you said and hail to the chief But all the kings are dead and all the presidents are thieves Oh can you hear, oh can you hear the sirens call We are heading for our last and final fall Oh can you hear, oh can you hear the sirens scream This its the last one, it’s the end of our dream… The final dream We looked away in the moment, we should have not We looked away and claimed, that we had forgot We are so modern you said, all the comfort’s here to stay But our modern world is dead and all comfort’s blown away