Good day the new
Farewell the old
Hell is born, as
Heaven grows old
There's just no sense or reason
We're all helpless and frail
You talk of black September
And turn the darkness on again
We cannot fight
What we cannot see
Are we really being
How we ought to be?
Made to breed
But spreading disease
I guess that nature
Is a balancing machine
A noise washed out
An ocean roar
With my head down
Screaming no more, no more
An irritable ceaseless motion
Rushing forward into life
The must of the situation
So furious with desire
We cannot fight
What we cannot see
Are we really being
How we ought to be?
Made to breed
But spreading disease
I guess that nature
Is a balancing machine
Half awake
I levitate
Lose the ache, yet
Gain the pain
There's no way out I must keep moving
Angles are awkward
A light where no light should be
Take your hand from the glove
Give us a sign, just a spark of life!
Farewell the old
Hell is born, as
Heaven grows old
There's just no sense or reason
We're all helpless and frail
You talk of black September
And turn the darkness on again
We cannot fight
What we cannot see
Are we really being
How we ought to be?
Made to breed
But spreading disease
I guess that nature
Is a balancing machine
A noise washed out
An ocean roar
With my head down
Screaming no more, no more
An irritable ceaseless motion
Rushing forward into life
The must of the situation
So furious with desire
We cannot fight
What we cannot see
Are we really being
How we ought to be?
Made to breed
But spreading disease
I guess that nature
Is a balancing machine
Half awake
I levitate
Lose the ache, yet
Gain the pain
There's no way out I must keep moving
Angles are awkward
A light where no light should be
Take your hand from the glove
Give us a sign, just a spark of life!