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, now my cop is a thief.

While politicians turn traitor, warriors are still dying in the street.
The 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 useless, endless battle plans.

It’s the same old news on a different day.
The 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 want it to be.

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

It’s the same ole story, told a different way.
A world gone crazy, tiny heads right on the TV.
Their 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 now, you know your dream going to turn 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, lost in the smoke and the trees.
Turns out you are just who you pretended to be.