Angels breathe fire, Children dance long before they walk.
A world filled with desire and now the mechanical demons talk.
I can’t get no higher but the pain just won’t leave.
My preacher is a liar and now my cop is a thief.

While politicians turn traitor, warriors are dying in the street.
Lost children’s faces just remind me of who I used to be.
The haters are my brothers, the lovers are my friends.
They spend their time sitting around making so many endless battle plans.

It’s the same ole news on a different day.
A world gone crazy sometimes too dark to see.
Sometimes the dream gets lost in the fog and the drinks.
Turns out you only see what you wanted to be.

One side is on fire the other may drown.
Might be time to stand me up and get me out of this town.
Sister morphine in my dream don’t you know I need you now.
Get me out of here wake me up somehow.

It’s the same ole story told a different way.
A world gone crazy, tiny heads right on the TV.
The words so cold and the children cry.
Still our warriors are dying lying in the street.

It’s the same ole world as when I was 16.
Something told me you better run and I did not hesitate.
Now i see that I am not alone there are so many like me.
Trust me when I say you know your dream will fade into a reality.

It’s the same ole notes on a different day.
A world gone crazy sometimes too dark to see.
The childhood dream gets lost in the smoke and the trees.
But it turns out you are just who you pretended to be.