The next generation

Young faces grow older

summer gets a little colder

burning flames begin to smolder

once again I look over my shoulder

when no one cares

about what needle is shared

or whether or not love is there

all I receive is a hateful stare

when pleasure and lust

are simply too much

all feelings are turned to dust

and we simply disappear into the crust

there's too much time to look at the clock

how much will the darkness block?

ancient birds begin to flock

but their strange language, we no longer mock

drowning in the flood

with nothing to do but suck some blood

the world will soon go down with a thud

we will all melt away into the mud

too many wounds for us to mend

and too many letters we will never send

my faith in love, I can no longer defend

nothing to do but wait for the end