What it this trouble about what I've done and not?
Why this sudden rush of guilt 'bout my failings too?
How can I go on with these as a hunchback?
I cant make it that way safe i figure the fall
And quickly retreat, to fight another day
Some have got conscience, others nonsense
But we still trudge along eternity highway
Oblivion sometimes about the next twist and turn
We carry on a roller coaster, this scream machine
Where time is king to all our wondering and search
I live in a spectrum of maybes, and reality
The pains in a million hearts, cant feel, cant see
I understand it only a bit, I simply watch and hear
Can only read the expressions in their groans
Wishing it were not there, hoping they'd get better
Is that all I have to give them or say?
My heart goes, and I sure know they know
One said "it is a cruel world" another said "too bad a life"
I think that feeling isn't fair, I know that is not true
Life is fair and beautiful, but man is not.
We invent and create systems and follow up errors
And pursuit it to a devastating end
With all abandon like it wont fail
We promise and hurt each other, like there is no remedy
I will keep looking, may be a better generation will come.
I can't give up on us yet
The beautiful ones are yet unborn,
The innocent ones are distraught and mis-taught
By a totally commercialised system
Here we go again, In this endless monologue
I guess the king "time" will show us the reality
