Exploding like some vision of the future
Eroding like a nightmare of the past
Degrading like the voice of retribution
Evading like the life that cannot last
Demanding like the call of satisfaction
Tolling like the bell that rings of d**h
Announcing that the game of life is over
Gasping like the failing of your breath
Your sadness is reflected in the way your life is wasted
Your ignorance stands the test the kind of life you tasted
Your fear stands alone in the world you have created
But weeping has no future when your cries are so belated
So there it is my friend, a taste of life
We’re on a stage my friend, we’re under lights
Why is it that your visions are confessions of the past
And time is here tomorrow in a life that cannot last
The men that call for changes in the dream that never starts
Are victims of the future in a play devoid of parts
So there it is my friend, a taste of life
We’re on a stage my friend, we’re under lights