Haste Killed Creativity

The days blow by in agile moments of clarity

And blind despair

With rage so thick it's bittersweet to see a smile

Come through here and there

You put your faith in living

But youthful idealism

Is no longer welcome here

(WOOOOOOOOH)

I'm not dead yet

(WOOOOOOOOH)

Hopes not dead yet. (*2)

A hero's march down scorn filled halls defeats the charity

Of last years hell

Your vain eyes show no respect

Just loss of recognition

Broken spirit burnt out will

Sing a song of cynicism

A foul smell of shit decay and degradation

In the midst of celebration

(WOOOOOOOOH)

I'm not dead yet

(WOOOOOOOOH)

Hopes not dead yet. (*2)