In the night the world is changing, do we know who seized control ? Their lives are planned,theres no tomorrows, memories are held in dreams. Do they know that I remember ? In the crowd but all alone. I stand watch the changing skyline, oppressors crushed,theyre now aware. Beneath a steel sky, no ones asking why, no one sees a new tomorrow. The watchers in the park,the demons of the dark. Who beg steal or borrow ? I need to find a childhood memory, leave behind the distant shore. I find the door in the horizon, a world contained inside a shell.
changing, tomorrow, borrow, oppressor, memory