Walk by in a blur
A system you think
Step through the valley
A hill so distinct
Whisper to no one
Who leave as you blink
Despised by the singer
Who frowns as you pass
Hiding your head
You know who will last
Dive in a well
Filling with a disease
The old fool he tells you
You will have this dream
See the rolling cloud descending
Hordes of pleasant soldiers fighting