Song parody of
The Dream of Things to Come
by Gregory
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Life unfolds
In cryptic ways
Enigmatic roles
We seize the quantum day
Each of us
Is a temple of awareness
A unique incarnation
A god in progress
We are ordained
To experience Creation
To pose "The Last Question"
To bring exultation
As above
So below
With baryonic grace
We define our place
And bestow reality
We are mystified
By things we do not know
We are horrified
By things beyond our comprehension
Purified in the name of random gods
We deify the very form of our contention
AND NOW WE COME TO THIS
One last DREAM before the nightmare sets in
Instigate a final communion
TERRAFORM PARADISE
Love defaults to adoration; appreciation to scorn
If we dream of things to come
Do we collapse our own reality?
And each a god become?
Reality is a function of existence, a calculation
Yielding DREAMs of things to come
Our continuation is a function of redemption
What we have imagined can never be undone
Point Reflection and Parity Inversion blend our souls
Into amalgamated DREAMs of things to come
Denial will be our final transgression
As with everything we do
We have only just begun to dream
We shall dream of things to come
We shall dream
Life unfolds
In cryptic ways
Enigmatic roles
We seize the quantum day
Each of us
Is a temple of awareness
A unique incarnation
A god in progress
We are ordained
To experience Creation
To pose "The Last Question"
To bring exultation
As above
So below
With baryonic grace
We define our place
And bestow reality
We are mystified
By things we do not know
We are horrified
By things beyond our comprehension
Purified in the name of random gods
We deify the very form of our contention
AND NOW WE COME TO THIS
One last DREAM before the nightmare sets in
Instigate a final communion
TERRAFORM PARADISE
Love defaults to adoration; appreciation to scorn
If we dream of things to come
Do we collapse our own reality?
And each a god become?
Reality is a function of existence, a calculation
Yielding DREAMs of things to come
Our continuation is a function of redemption
What we have imagined can never be undone
Point Reflection and Parity Inversion blend our souls
Into amalgamated DREAMs of things to come
Denial will be our final transgression
As with everything we do
We have only just begun to dream
We shall dream of things to come
We shall dream
