Fancy words and pictures,
playing games with my mind.
Reading out scrolls of scripture,
waiting to see what you find.
Lost is the old simplicity of life,
now we are faced only with strife.
Where are the good old days,
when you could trust everyone.
Where are the good old days,
when life and living were fun.
Lost is the old simplicity of life,
now we are faced only with strife.
Who can you trust these days,
murder and rape is all you see.
Who can you trust these days,
when I can not even trust me.
Lost is the old simplicity of life,
now we are faced only with strife.
The end is coming.
The end is near.
Why arn't you running?
Where is the fear?
My mind is stuck in the good old days,
I remember now the simpler ways.
I will look forward now with a smile,
I will walk forward to that last mile.
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