Artist: Dream Warriors Album: Anthology Song: Dreamwarriors.com Typed by: brians@compusmart.ab.ca [King Lu] Well it's the year two thousand Well it's the year two thousand Well it's the year two thousand Ninety has ended Those who pretended Now it is time for all My noise organizes internets like protocal Now it all makes sense Now it all makes sense Now it all makes sense 'Cause we are all warriors I'm indiscreet like H20 inside air 'Cause you don't see me, doesn't mean that I'm not there I'm not there I'm not there I'm not there I'm not there You need no eyes, I rob those like the eclipse As you now pay attention to the end apocolypse Pick a my, peel a my, pring a my foe You discover now what we let go The way your toys hear, they will help you not The beads and guns are of a far-kind forgot You are now intune You are now intune You will now stay tuned to my new lyrical pen strike Blows as it grows like the balance changing Resembling too that of a slow explosion For hate runs deep inside the souls of city men That must die with swords inside the souls of city men I place love deep inside the souls of city men men, city men serenades of violence To forever be sung on the tounge of basteons