You ask what is the quality of life?   Seeking to justify the part you play   And hide, fearing it incomplete, to try   To make it any more or less than short and sweet     But short, short is from you to me, as close   As we are wont to try to make it be   We're caught watching the dark in the sky, who knows?   Helpless as time itself to hold the time of day     And you, you are a fantasy, a view   >From where you'd like to think the world should see   Be true and you will likely find a few   Building a vision new and justice to our time     And we, we, the immoral men, we dare   Naked and fearless in the elements   And free, carefree of tempting fate, aware   And holding off the moral nightmare at the gates     And sweet, sweet as a mountain stream, we'll look   Toward a new day breaking in the east   We'll meet as every future dream unfolds   And surely quality that is the very least    these lyrics are submitted by burkul