Our Wasted Days - Nocturnal Rites

Man is but a liar

A coward and a thief

The things that we aspire

And hide behind belief

We claim it’s for the maker

And do his righteous deeds

It’s time for all us fakers

To solely name it greed

We all know it’s someone

That pulls our weight

One fate, the final hour

Brave new world, depraved new ways

While the piper plays on through our wasted days

Brave new world, still unheard

Crying out for more, I am god

Welcome age of reason

Teach us to conform

Wise men call it treason

Straying from the norm

So buy that costly promise

Shove it down your throat

Choke up on their slander

Buy that precious vote

As the clock keeps turning

We know it’s over now

The walls are closing in