Exploding like some vision of the future Eroding like a nightmare of the past Degrading like the voice of retribution Evading like the life that cannot last Demanding like the call of satisfaction Tolling like the bell that rings of d**h Announcing that the game of life is over Gasping like the failing of your breath Your sadness is reflected in the way your life is wasted Your ignorance stands the test the kind of life you tasted Your fear stands alone in the world you have created But weeping has no future when your cries are so belated So there it is my friend, a taste of life We’re on a stage my friend, we’re under lights Why is it that your visions are confessions of the past And time is here tomorrow in a life that cannot last The men that call for changes in the dream that never starts Are victims of the future in a play devoid of parts So there it is my friend, a taste of life We’re on a stage my friend, we’re under lights