Lyrics:

We, to tell dead straight
We harbour an illusion
Estranged, all got out of hand
There's method in our madness
We crave for green-field Land

Plaintive cries
Our demise
Evil hour

No dim glow, just pain
We're leaving behind a stain
We're casting stones in the glass house of our promised land
Neverland
(Never, Neverland)

Haunting beauty, second to none
Creator of life under the sun

MyEarthDream, oasis of light
(The) Road ahead, powers unite
MyEarthDream, oasis of prime
Karma cleansed, turn on a dime

What if the twain shall meet again?
As in days of old
Blind alley, an aimless walk
We bite the hand that feeds us
But who cares when money talks?

Plaintive cries
Our demise
Evil hour

When time is of the essence here
We learnt to live in abject fear
We take it for granted and claim the moral high ground
And compound

Haunting beauty, second to none
Creator of life under the sun

MyEarthDream, oasis of light
(The) Road ahead, powers unite
MyEarthDream, oasis of prime
Karma cleansed, turn on a dime