A bag of fools gold sold for free
Harmful to your health but its something to eat
Til you're the product, being sold

While some of us dream, all of us sleep
The feeble to sadness resign
In fear of what is, or what could never be
Victims of twisted designs
Things aren't ever quite what they seem
When Black Looks white

Polluted air and oiled seas
Another extinction caused by terminal disease
Crime ratings higher, the schools uninspired
Tension builds tighter, wraps a noose around society

The state is a slum, with class divided
Welfare provided, our leaders undecided
Faced with the choice, to exist or to pass?
To sell your fate, or live a resistant existance

Chorus:
It's a sign of the times
Can't you see the signs?
It's a sign of the times
We won't ignore the signs

Conciousless thought
Pride and joy
Subconcious cues directing your life story
Is Cohesive Truth
Intuition lost?

Time for Change
Its Time for glory
Tried and true is this story
I know when i'm right
I'll admit when i'm wrong
Can you say the same?

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