These days seem
More like nights
Time is a little shorter
Thank usual
But i don't think
It's all so bad
In fact i don't mind
I cant be good for long
Lord i don't know
What this could mean
Are these the signs of the end
Is it a devil at our front door
Its henchman on the first floor
A laughing man says its the end
But reality is my friend
Don't look too far
And don't spend
Cash on prophets
Like they do
I guess ill fight though
I'm so unsure
If it really matters
Very much at all
Cause change is
All that we can do
Just look into my eyes
And tell me what to do
A sculptor seems to know his worth
A business man cant own the Earth
A kid only sees a screen
The missionary sees the unseen
Two lovers seek the light
While the vampires come in the night
And the sickly cant take their life
Im a wizard stuck in the obscure
Don't try and be so pure
Cause I'm trying not to see her end
As my mother
Blankly looks at me