Phantasm

My dear friend What if I told the world will end Today Hold my hand It will destroy the things we love And hate It's a dream Everything goes as supposed to And the steam Is blurring its lines to expose you Here we stand Bodies no longer can contain Our minds In the end There will be nothing left for us To hide It's a dream Everything goes as supposed to And the steam Is blurring its lines to expose you --- Phantasm - Life on Venus