The Devil, Probably

I woke up this morning

With ruins in my head

Still hear the sirens scream

Shit finally hit the fan

The world had come crashing

Down on us

I dreamt the end so clearly

I'm never going back (to normal)

Outside the bus window

The world looks unreal

Business as usual

The turning of the wheel

Hundreds of millions of people fear they might come off badly

If they don't fulfil every desire aroused by the screen

Most of them seem to believe nature is intended to serve them

Soon will they know where they stand in the grand scheme

People prepare for disaster

Waiting for the gears to suspend

The final consumption expenditure

This day and age has come to an end

Hundreds of millions of people with hopes and illusions

Squeeze themselfs into traffic, go to work in the city every day

They believe that the people in charge try to find a solution

Or that the powers that be will let go of the greed and make way, one fine day

People say don't blame the government

These short-sighted gluttons in suits

But tell me then, who wields the masses

Who's leading us by the nose

The devil, probably!

(Outro)

Suddenly it's 5 P.M. and again the siren screams

Dressed in a boiler suit and I don't know what it means

C'mon, let's go down to the pub and get some medicine

And suddenly I realize, oh, it all was just a dream

Hey man, what are you waiting for. Hey, hey, let's call it a day

Let's just deny the facts and look the other way

All worldly terrors are just echoes of my mind

Everyone seems reassured and I'll get another pint