Lyrics:

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