Strange times lie behind me. A sunset broken by the wind.
Dust clouds gather those memories.
Rise to another height and
scatter like flies.
So as we kill ourselves through a looking glass, you know it hurts, a long time after mine.
Sew the seeds of
pain for another day, where the dollar will win time after time.
And when you reach your goal make it ever enchanting.
A ray of
light in the darkness outside.
More than just a ticket to staying awake at night wondering why.
You're held in the hands of the
software pioneers.
Dependency stayed, so you'll never get paid.
You've just woken up on another dark day.
The children play as
the buildings sway.
