Born to the glare of the senses
Spoonfed reality infused
A new inherent
Passive contentment
You are so easily amused
Here and now we are
Gone in a happy
A dream in the passage your time
Chances are fading
This world isn't waiting
The moment is passing you by
Questions lie beneath the surface
The fools are fooled once again
A coincidence we stole our existence
And gladly cast it to the wind
Here and now we are
Gone in a happy
A dream in the passage your time
Chances are fading
This world isn't waiting
The moment is passing you by