I’ve heard it said that history will end
The ancient walls will fall and we will blend
I’m told a point of view but then I see another ten
So tell me, to whose future is it we should bend?
I’ve heard it said that Christ will come again
Some final flame will free us of our sin
I run my fingers through the dirty whiskers on my chin
Tell me, when will this brave new world begin?
The future’s always just around the next sharp bend
It’s always far too much for simple folks to comprehend …
But out here on the fringes, where so called madness is condemned
The empty promise is answered with a grin
Sometimes the flash of teeth seems stronger than the pen
But the vacant eye can’t see beyond the lens
I’ve heard it said the world is built on just what we pretend
But somewhere there’s a truth we can defend
I’ve heard that trust in love is wearing thin
That all we’re worth is all that we can spend
I fondle the tattoo of her I’ve got etched upon my skin
Tell me, how could this feeling ever end?
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