Decline Lyrics


Flight from the season,

 From the ghost of days long past

 Portray the grave expressions

 Of winter's shrine and silver grasp

 a shining moment, a defining century

 "Beware of the sharp edged weapon

 called human being”

Arrive; a surreal existence

 Arrayed as gilded cage

 Our age of dogged persistence

 Out of reach the golden age

 A defining moment

 our season of decline

 ...a declining moment

 Fly;

 from our pained existence

 Unease at the pace of change

 To a path of least resistance

 Rearrange to reclaim our fate

 A defining moment

 our season of decline

 ...a declining moment

 A defining moment

 our season of decline

 ...a declining moment