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