We're closer to the future
I can see the path we're on.
We are not kings controlling castles,
we're a sorry line of pawns.
I feel the stinging retribution
of short-sighted legacy.
If we don't change it fast,
and make it last,
we may just cease to be...

Cowering in our hovels,
staring at our T.V. sets.
We do not mourn our lost humanity,
how soon we do forget.
We celebrate our situation,
making lethargy our creed.
Sing complacency as anthem,
We forget the things we need.

And it's always just a dream, living in better days.
No it's not always as it seems, living in better days.

Are you feeling it come over?
Well I've got a bit to say about that.
There's an angriness I know.
Why can't they look at their ways?
Where the light seems to nearly all but fade.

Search the skies for some redemption,
but it never seems to come.
We could stare up there forever,
but we'd only see the Sun.
There's no benevolent Messiah
coming to deliver us.
We must believe ourselves,
invent ourselves,
or wither into dust.

Think of what a God would want,
who could create all this.
Would he want us to surpass him,
or force us merely to exist?
I can't conceive our evolution
culminating into faith,
where we can buy our absolution
at some ritual debate.

And it's always just a dream, living in better days.
No it's not always as it seems, living in better days.
Are you feeling it come over?
You know I've got a thing to say about that.
It's much easier to cover.
They won't come walkin my way.
Believing in everything they held,
if I could just slowly change the way you are
and stare back at the shimmering blade.

Each of us know well the consequence of decisions.
I'm not a prophet, I just walk to the beat of a different drum.

I only say with the light of promise overhead.
With secular help I know, we may just find our way.
We forget to seize the moment then,
we (can) only hope to change the way you are.
Then you have only you to blame.

We may just find better days.