waiting no matter what

we're only ever prepared for the very next moment
not much more than that
not much more
and we'll
fall

we think we could make it forever if the shit hits
but it is not that way
a day or two
and we'd
be sunk

we like to believe it will go on forever and ever
and as much as we realize that's a lie
we continue to play
make believe
with our
souls

our interest is to continue on in spit of it all
oure wishes include: survival,
love, art, sympathy,
and hunger

we're not who we think we are, but that
doesn't matter so long as we make
it until tomorrow,
to a brighter
day
                   
                     a brighter light
                at the end
                         of an
                      unforgiving
                                  tunnel

just some sympathy from the outside,
looking in on timid misery,
hoping for a change,
a new way
to live

but that is reason enough to keep going,
to surge forward and live
a life that maybe never
was in the first place
a higher standard
a better way
                   
                         a symphony
                      for the
                                 damned.

it may be too late, yet we keep moving
we might have lost our chance
we might be living in vain
we might be lost

we don't care what they do or who they
represent
we want it all and we want it now
we want to fulfil this
dream and scatter the
ashes on the moon

                          and now is
                    your chance to
                                     do something
                               great
                 what are you
                                    waiting for
                                                     ?