Born to the glare of the senses
   spoon the reality infused a new inherent
   passive contentment
   you are so easily amused
  
   Here and now we
   are gone in a happy
   a dream in the
   passage your time
   chances are fading
   this world isn't waiting
   the moment is passing
   you by
  
   Questions lie beneath the surface
   the fools are fooled once again
  
   A concience
   we stole our existence
   and gladly cast it to the wind
  
   Here and now we
   are gone in a happy
   a dream in the
   passage your time
   chances are fading
   this world isn't waiting
   the moment is passing
   you by