Where have we gone? What have we created ourselves.
Indecision plagues our mind.
Indecision. This is our world.
And when a stance is taken,
it's always written offf. No one wants to listen.
Its always written off. I don't have all the answers,
but I have a few. Still I'm in constant battle.
Honestly I can't just write this off.

Lost and cold. A generation lost and cold. Indecision. This is our world.

I know I'll see the day. The hour is in question.
I wait for it to come, and there will be no question.
The answers will be clear. I know I'll see the day.