Like a bad, bad dream We were washing our hands, We forgot our demands, how far away does it seem
I woke up from a dream, where the people kept their distance Half the people working, Half the people were just bored Everyone afraid because a crippled health system Couldn’t fix the issue when supplies were running short I knew while I was dreaming what on earth I missed the most It wasn’t my employment or the trials or the cars From this ghastly dream remains all but a tiny ghost Reminding me which hopes I lost and which were just a farce
Like a bad, bad dream We were keeping apart, we made living an art And now we found our heart
I woke up from a dream, where the people kept their distance Half the people working, Half the people were ignored Everyone afraid, everyone hated the system From a place of privilege they barely could afford If they had not forced me awake I would have thought it real The money, gender, laws and all the methods to enforce them And I remember clearly, how important did it feel I’m wondering, how sick was our normal
Like a bad, bad dream We were washing our hands, We were making amends, And now we got a next chance
Nami ist Cyberpunk, adminstriert Server, macht Musik, und schreibt gerne. Als Aktivist*in kämpft es dafür, den Zugang zu Kunst, Kontinenten, und U-Bahnen für alle zu ermöglichen. Eigentlich wäre es gerne Hacker*in.