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Theory of Everything Video (MV)




Performed By: Better Left for Tomorrow
Length: 5:11
Written by: Jack Messing




Better Left for Tomorrow - Theory of Everything Lyrics




If beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Why do I see nothing but grey
Save the vivid reflections of
Their ideals, dealing in disarray
The hopes and dreams of a generation
Unfounded, ungrounded by their arrogance
You keep your heads in the clouds
While your feet sink beneath the ground
Up to your neck in apathy
Where it should be empathy
Cast away to live day by day
You don't care you don't care
That you don't care
Apathetic quite pathetic

Nature or nature
For better or for worse
You've drowned us all in dystopia
All that's left is this hearse called culture
The never ending cycle that we continue to feed
Brings us to our knees to satisfy our material needs

You've drowned us all in dystopia
All that's left is this hearse called culture

The never ending cycle in which we blissfully indulge
Even though the mouth has a perpetual death grip on our necks
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If beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Why do I see nothing but grey
Save the vivid reflections of
Their ideals, dealing in disarray
The hopes and dreams of a generation
Unfounded, ungrounded by their arrogance
You keep your heads in the clouds
While your feet sink beneath the ground
Up to your neck in apathy
Where it should be empathy
Cast away to live day by day
You don't care you don't care
That you don't care
Apathetic quite pathetic

Nature or nature
For better or for worse
You've drowned us all in dystopia
All that's left is this hearse called culture
The never ending cycle that we continue to feed
Brings us to our knees to satisfy our material needs

You've drowned us all in dystopia
All that's left is this hearse called culture

The never ending cycle in which we blissfully indulge
Even though the mouth has a perpetual death grip on our necks
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Writer: Jack Messing
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