lays a man who used to have all kinds of dreams
ones that took him beyond suburbia crack lines
and the nightly gun-shots and heartbreaking screams
somewhere between the palm trees and powerlines
he lays while the darkening sky colors and fades
where hope once was, a forgotten soul cries
a soul that wants to live again, despite all it hates
somewhere between the the palm trees and powerlines
a man lays unnoticed and certainly uncared for
an ocean of red blood surrounds him while he dies
as he wishes he could have seen his dreams once more