Old Mystics

Golden age, golden age, the world was ours for us to change
But we sat back and watched it fall without a single care at all
Come of age, let's come of age and see the flaws in our old ways
To lose all sight of early days, a passing phase is held delayed
Aspirations made disintegrate, fade out to grey, rust and decay
A galaxy of fallen stars that hides its shame behind closed doors

It's yours to decide, what is the worth of this time?
What is the worth of this?

What did you think you would become?
I misread dreams for motion
"Youthful days encaged in chains"
Denying chance whilst we drift on
Effortlessly lose it all
Sourcing these scenes to idly
Appreciate what has been laid with no responsibility

Setting sun, setting sun our darkest days have not begun
Ambitions lead to making haste, forbidding days to go to waste
Recklessness comes with regrets, dismiss the memories of these threats
Futile talk throughout these years to try and navigate our fears
Modern age, modern age, time flies never to be regained
And still I sit back watch me rot, ignorant to the ticking clock
Direct your sight to something new, misfortune does not follow you
Open your eyes and explore, youth forever, nevermore

What did you think you would become?
I misread dreams for motion
Youthful days encaged in chains
Denying chance whilst we drift on
Effortlessly lose it all
Sourcing these scenes so idly
Appreciate what has been laid with no responsibility

Collapsing under carelessness
Resisting the unrealistic
Igniting this revelation
Youth forever, nevermore