| King Charles – Early Thoughts Of Final Days Lyrics | 6 months ago |
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The shortness of time turns life into a race The young think they’re winning, but the old have set the pace We live for each moment and we must prepare for our feelings to deceive our thoughts Tomorrow’s not worth a care Humans so susceptible to be addicted to feeling more Philosophers around the world, down the street and through the door Listen to the loudest sound Pick and smell the finest flowers Come back and say you’ve seen it all Tomorrow matters no more Welcome all experience, hope we’ll find hope Hope for tomorrow and live for today If tomorrow’s worth living for, tomorrow will be worth dying for Like the slaves, we are chained to the day There will be a revolution My soul is sick and my heart’s polluted There are demons that threaten my freedoms The time to bear arms is now Well it’s easy to feel happy when you’re high And it’s easy to feel free when it’s sport for choice And fear creeps up on you slowly When you’re shopping for a Bentley or a new Rolls Royce Do you see all this? Think it'll ease your pain? Think that without it you’ll go insane? If you’re young and ambitious get your foot in the door First, find me a rich man who doesn’t want more It’s easy to love without giving your love It’s not easy to love when you think you’re above Even harder to hope when you’re hanging from a rope And what’s beneath your feet disappears when you sleep The sand in the hourglass is shifting And the water in your hands is dripping And the wind in your hair is moving faster than you Seeing more, learning more, living what you could only dream to be true Well life it’s hard and it leaves so fast Is there hope when you’re born and none when you pass? Don’t you need to be beautiful to fall in love? Don’t you need to feel thin to think you’re enough? If you know someone loves you for the way that you are If love is inside you, their beauty lives too And that’s worth more than looking like Kate Moss Being in society magazines and driving a Porsche Then you will not fear how other people see your style What will happen when you get old and tired Being out alone in the dark in the world When you can say you’re not afraid to die You’re as free as the birds in the sky There will be a revolution My soul is sick and my heart’s polluted There are demons that threaten my freedoms The time to bear arms is now The birds in the sky are free to escape the chains of the world But must come back to sleep We are in this world as far as we can tell to make new life and avoid the fires of hell What is hell, have you given it a thought? Is it punishment for allowing you soul to be caught? Is it being burned alive when you beg for death? But if you’re dead already and death time is lonely And this time cannot save you, your heart will feel heavy |
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| King Charles – Early Thoughts Of Final Days Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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Still unsure about some parts...but I think this is closer. :) The shortness of time turns life into a race The young think they’re winning, but the old have set the pace We live for each moment and we must prepare for our feelings to deceive our thoughts Tomorrow’s not worth a care Humans so susceptible to be addicted to feeling more Philosophers around the world, down the street and through the door Listen to the loudest sound Pick and smell the finest flowers Come back and say you’ve seen it all Tomorrow matters a little more Welcome all experience, hope we’ll find hope Hope for tomorrow and live for today If tomorrow’s worth living for, tomorrow will be worth dying for Like the slaves, we are chained to the day There will be a revolution My soul is sick and my heart’s polluted There are demons that threaten my freedoms The time to bear arms is now Well it’s easy to feel happy when you’re high And it’s easy to feel free when it’s sport for choice And fear creeps up on you slowly When you’re shopping for a Bentley or a new Rolls Royce Do you see all this? Think it'll ease your pain? Think that without it you’ll go insane? If you’re young and ambitious get your foot in the door First, find me a rich man who doesn’t want more It’s easy to love without giving your love It’s not easy to love when you think you’re above Even harder to hope when you’re hanging from a rope And what’s beneath your feet disappears when you sleep Sanded outlaws are shifting And the water in your hands is dripping And the wind in your hair is moving faster than you Seeing more, learning more, living what you could only dream to be true Well life it’s hard and it leaves so fast Is there hope when you’re born and none when you pass? Don’t you need to be beautiful to fall in love? Don’t you need to feel thin to think you’re enough? If you know someone loves you for the way that you are If love is inside you, their beauty lives too And that’s worth more than looking like Kate Moss Being in society magazines and driving a Porsche Then you will not fear how other people see your style What will happen when you get old and tired Being out alone in the dark in the world When you can say you’re not afraid to die You’re as free as the birds in the sky There will be a revolution My soul is sick and my heart’s polluted There are demons that threaten my freedoms The time to bear arms is now The birds in the sky are free to escape the chains of the world But must come back to sleep We are in this world as far as we can tell to make new life and avoid the fires of hell What is hell, have you given it a thought? Is it punishment for allowing you soul to be caught? Is it being burned alive when you beg for death? But if you’re dead already and death time is lonely And this time cannot save you, your heart will feel heavy |
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