The Stranded - Ill Will Future

Just another perfect day spent in labour Frantic ants and worms fading into black I can’t recognize the face staring in the mirror Guess it should be me or what I was supposed to be I know – You are way to blind to care for And I know – You will never realize I want to know – When the tables gonna turn Can’t relate to the fact we’re fading away Can’t deceive these never-ending days Swirling into black So I cling to this madness calling my name And to see right through just look in my eyes Crawling into night Craving for a future that never comes Weak resistance and despair, all out frailties Always on the run never have enough Still corroding what I am forcing evolution Till the end of time, I’m supposed to burn