Watching old memories pass

Wondering, "am I sane?"

I look around, and I see how the darkness surrounds our society

Darkness, everybody!

They keep falling down into the same pattern

They have ideas, and then they grow old

When they grow old they think:

"Well, now is the time to do something constructive"

They then get on the merry-go-round called the circle of life

If only they would have held onto their ideas, change could begin

I look around, and I see how the darkness surrounds our society

They seek the light with false pretenses, so false they might as well be vegetables