So is this the time for redemption? Could be but, I've used up my chances. We're victims of strange circumstances, Still having eachother to blame.
We're so past the point of salvation, still radiant in our former glory. Yet treading unknown territory, so close to the edge of the world.
We pray for the sleepers to waken, and lie to ourselves that we're not slaves. We speak of revolt on the airwaves, and lock up our doors from the wolves.
So is this the time for redemption? Could be but, I've used up my chances. We're victims of strange circumstances, Still having eachother to blame.
We're heading for curious tomorrows, the arrows of time point to chaos. One last time, our natures betray us, and force us to meet eye to eye.
We pray for the sleepers to waken, and lie to ourselves that we're not slaves. We speak of revolt on the airwaves, and lock up our doors from the wolves.
So is this the time for redemption? Could be but, I've used up my chances. We're victims of strange circumstances, Still having eachother to blame.
We're heading for curious tomorrows, the arrows of time point to chaos. One last time, our natures betray us, and force us to meet eye to eye.