The Day After

We are running blind
Unintended outcome of our time
Overstrung by the world outside
Going all out
Until it stops us from feeling
From thinking, from questioning
We are running blind

There is something in these streets
Something we cannot see
Something behind those drawn curtains and closed doors
There is something off with the current atmosphere
Something has changed
But not for the better
I don't recognize these people
Their faces hard and unreadable
Working themselves to death for more debt
All suffering the weight of the world
And so we drink to drown out the noise
Swallow pills not to fall apart
Knowing we were lost from the start
As we are all born to die
But I cannot stand here and wait
For what is to come
Living head down
Under your thumb
While this place becomes
A ruin

Pity the living who do not really live
Pity the rich who do not know true love
I can't stand here and wait
For what is to come
And I can't stand that you take
What was never yours
Yours

In the darkness all alone
Sits the shadow king on his throne
Made of broken hope, abandoned dreams and dangling ropes
Mumbling desperately
Pulling these strings
While the people
Crumble beneath his feet
Keep them at each other's throat
Weak and out of hope
Submissive and scared
Of what they don't know
And if they resist
If they speak up
Crush their final hope
Forever
Until they remain silent
Rather rot than riot
They remain quiet
They rather rot than
Riot

Because here is no hope
Only dangling ropes
And people in line
To use them
Is this what your democracy looks like?
In the name of progress
In a world with endless
Possibilities?
If this is your kind of change
You better
You better count me out
If this is your kind of change
You can
You can count me out
Count me out
You better count me out
Count me out
You can count me out
Count me out
You better count me out
Count me out