Born to the glare of the senses   Spoon fed reality infused   A new inherent   Passive contentment   You are so easily amused      Here and now   We are gone in a heartbeat   A dream in the   Passage your time      Chances are fading   This world isn't waiting   The moment is passing you by      Questions lie beneath the surface   The fools are fooled once again   Benign coincidence   We stole our existence   And gladly cast it to the wind      Here and now   We are gone in a heartbeat   A dream in the passage of time      Chances are fading   This world isn't waiting   The moment is passing you by      Slowly spinning on the wind back home      No future, no warning