I dream of space...
Or an empty mental place to call my own
How can we see
All the lives that live in perfect misery?
Your thoughts are dismissed
Just straight to gin and "Hows your mother been?"
We'd like to help you out,
if you'll just show us the way that you came in.
So soon... the old worlds falling
Its time has come too late
And as... the new world's calling (Mars)
We all must sit here and wait...
When nothing is new
but the ques and empty space between tin ears
We'll be standing on the sky.
Tho the children of our future, they will sigh... in disbelief
(and they'll say)
"How can this be?
Why would any one of us chose not to fly?"
Like millions of days,
can't let the candle burn without a flame
But still... the new world's calling
The time is not yet too late
And as... the old worlds falling
We can't just sit here and wait... anymore.
They'll tell you that you're free, but you'll
never see the wisdom of your fears... besides the pain.
The only plague, is in the hearts of
those once thought to know the costs of ways... to build a dream...
or so it seemed...
Often it may be...
That you'll have to stop and start it all again.
INSTRUMENTAL
Some bleeding hearts,
can't remember art or what it really means.
The problems had here.
Won't be solved too well, by caging us all in... to greed.
So still... the new world's calling
The time shant forever wait.
You'd say..
"There's problems on Earth
So let's all just sit here and wait... for the end."
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