As I stop, and take the time
To inventory, the inside of my mind
I realize, it's not as full as it used to be.
With images of justice, or designs of liberty
The world has changed, or is it me that's new?
A different set of morals from a different set of clues
So still I wonder, is this all there is to life?
The ever changing cycles, of a world that's damp and ripe
And now a picture for the frame we set aside
Below the bassline a secret place awaits for us to hide
To pass the time as the war goes on-and-on
Post-apocalyptic sunset, Post-apocalyptic dawn
