Old Mystics - Rolo Tomassi

Golden age, golden age, the world was ours for us to change

But we sat back and watched it fall without a single care at all

Come of age, let’s come of age and see the flaws in our old ways

To lose all sight of early days, a passing phase is held delayed

Aspirations made disintegrate, fade out to grey, rust and decay

A galaxy of fallen stars that hides its shame behind closed doors

It’s yours to decide, what is the worth of this time?

What is the worth of this?

What did you think you would become?

I misread dreams for motion

«Youthful days encaged in chains»

Denying chance whilst we drift on

Effortlessly lose it all

Sourcing these scenes to idly

Appreciate what has been laid with no responsibility

Setting sun, setting sun our darkest days have not begun

Ambitions lead to making haste, forbidding days to go to waste

Recklessness comes with regrets, dismiss the memories of these threats

Futile talk throughout these years to try and navigate our fears

Modern age, modern age, time flies never to be regained

And still I sit back watch me rot, ignorant to the ticking clock

Direct your sight to something new, misfortune does not follow you

Open your eyes and explore, youth forever, nevermore

What did you think you would become?

I misread dreams for motion

Youthful days encaged in chains

Denying chance whilst we drift on

Effortlessly lose it all

Sourcing these scenes so idly

Appreciate what has been laid with no responsibility

Collapsing under carelessness

Resisting the unrealistic

Igniting this revelation

Youth forever, nevermore