In the light of age
And the age of mind
All I see is a carcass
Worth leaving behind
Discontent invaded flesh
The spirit became numb
We marched in unison
In thought we were dumb
Where was my voice, my own
Did the maestro push me back
To where my notes were mute
And my will was slack?
A rainbow of distinct choices
Merging into a grey abyss
Is that all there is, my friend?
Is that all there is?
