In a polished life, you're warned never to wane
Hope the great stain, leads down a road called shame
Like a wicked child, you grow beard on your face
Your cheeks were rosy once, then you aged
You pray to kings of carnivores
You say"God please explain!"
Why you built something sane
Is so strange, it's so strange
You hope for something different so you look the other way
But hope's a rotten village, up a mountain made of hate
You're coddled or else abused, given love or else confused.
You were called pretty once, then you grew
You pray to kings of carnivores
You say"God please explain!"
Why you built something sane
Is so strange, it's so strange
When you rise in the morning
Getting up before dawn
And the sun also rises
Ever on and on and on
When you rise in the morning
Getting up before dawn
And the sun also rises
Ever on and on and on
Ever on and on and on
Ever on and on and on
Ever on and on and on
Ever on and on and on
Ever on and on and on
Ever on and on and on
Ever on and on and on
Ever on and on and on