Golden Age
Born with the understanding
That the good days are behind me
And the maze the old man created
Is the cage that now confines me
Worldwide Hindsight
Till the day I take flight
I'm sitting cool like a bomb without a fuse
Wait to detonate till I got something to lose
It's no fun pulling out the rug
Unless I believe my wings are strong enough
To taste the sun
On melting wings
Hit my glass cieling and plummet to the sea
This world has nothing for me
All I want is some f*cking peace
Is that too much to ask
Cause every day I feel it slipping away from me
When it used to be within my grasp
A generation looking back
The days are gone, and they ain't ever coming back
Dead in the grave
Left in the past where they should remain
The Golden Age, is dead in the grave
Was it ever as good as they say?