Testo Feverdream

The flowers in your hair have all witheredThe tears dried in your eyes and filled with sandThe toys we built for play have overcome usIt doesn't seem like a world without endI try to stir from the slumber and the visionI try to rise from the poison of the dreamI try to hold on to the things I should believe inI try to remember the things that I believeThe freedom in the air is pollutedAnd free love is a never ending needI hear people praying for the futureBut it sounds like like they're talking in their sleepI try to run from the anger and the reasonI try to figure out what's wrong ...It looks like a fever to meMakes people do crazy thingsIt's got to be a fever dream