Towards the horizon
Dark as the December sun
In straight lines
The sons and the daughters
Of generation to come
In
the flickering light
Vulgar creatures
Disgusted by what they have become
Pre-Fabricated dreams
The heel on the throat of the
young
Today is the tomorrow
That you were promised yesterday
The more that you give
The more they will take
Disappointment
Moving fast
In the world of the slow
A heretic of the golden age
Dying to steal the show
Today is the tomorrow
That you
were promised yesterday
The more that you give
The more they will take
Youre fooled to believe that youre free
Chained to a
life of deceit
Youre fooled to believe that you need
All that they want you to need
(with the breaking light of another
day)
