The golden times are pa**ed The only pain is felt now Chapters remain in mind Our grace is faded to pale What's our air around? Nothing but burst of clutter What's our lot for today? Keep rotting in the real world If no one is to come The rain will never stop If no need to be The quiet end we see But what's done is done And someone will come One day it won't cease The sun sets us free Lord of skies in blissful shroud Fill us with force of wit The tree of right knowledge is open For beauty of clear soul The sacred apathy Gives self-possession rise We're always led by truth Even when we're on the mat If no one is to come The rain will never stop If no need to be The quiet end we see But what's done is done And someone will come One day it won't cease The sun sets us free [Solo: Serge Vai Atrocity] If no one is to come The rain will never stop If no need to be The quiet end we serve But what's done is done And someone will come One day it won't cease The sun sets us free