Days of Future Past

I will try to buy my freedom

I am cursed with golden chains

And the walls are getting thinner

Will I survive these phantom pains?

I still believe there’s something wrong.

It’s getting hopeless, cause it can’t get much worse.

What other choices, should I have made here first?

There’s no excuses, are we a waste of skin?

So does it matter? If I would lie down still.

Put the gun against my temple

Ask the question by my grave

Hope the end will make you wiser

Tell me where was God today?