Methuselah's Children

Hello beautiful May, the sun is here to stay
It is good to be here on such a day
Every day I turn a bit wiser, every day climbing a little higher
And every day I turn more into someone I admire

Walking on light as the wind, don't need to be slim to fit in
As the fountain of youth disappeared with the fruit, so the garden's closed
But it's easy to get in
Some people try to touch the stars, plastic fantastic, such a farce
While the universe expands to be untouched by human hands
Immortality can't be bought - or can it really?

Another day at the races, we try to stay ahead of the future that changes us,
but we're all mislead, our values are wrong,
We think we can live forever but we won't be here that long

Well I don't care anyway, gone tomorrow but still here today
There are so many ways for the soul to find its home
I guess it's all in beliefs,
It's God, it's Karma, it is you and it is me
And all of these flavours make a believer out of me

Here I am doing fine, working my way outside the grand design
Won't line up like a barcode, this life is mine
I'll guess that what lies in the future will come to me in time

Methuselah's children, all Gods in this playground
Souls are being a part of the emotional wasteland
Equal like seeds, it's the year of the great flood
Wash away the dirt and the blood from our fingers
Only one solution, be a part of their religion
Find ourselves drowning in the ego of the many
We can't swim...

Look at those people, they're moving in circles, collide at the edge of each turn
Look at those people, I really believe that their map is all wrong

I was a star of a show long ago, do you know who I am, do you reminisce my face?
And I was a cog, in a wheel 'twas a square
I was aiming at the moon, but I landed in your living room

Look at those people, their circle is stretched into one fragile lemming-like line
Look at those people, I cannot believe that we're letting them drown
Media creates an illusion of company, but we will always be alone
Empires rise and they fall during lunchtime, but this world is all that I have...

(A man gets into a car, who gives a shit?
A man gets on a bus, who gives a shit?
A man gets on a boat, who gives a shit?)

Look at those people, Utopia waits for the blessed
And the rest of us trying to cling to the beauty that's left in this world

Stand up and be counted once more
They're dividing the rich and the poor
It will never be quite like the life you lived before
Let them be nine hundred years, evolution halts, noone cares
When we draw our last breath and they're all cheating death
Guess who's free?

When the tables have turned, the viewpoint is new
I stand at the peak, my dreams have come true
There is no enough, more is what moves me now and this mirror needs a change

We're all Methuselah's children, we wander the streets alone
(Farewell beautiful may, I don't care anyway)
We watch as the world turns cold
The toys we collect are fools gold
And that's the price I pay

Slowly consumed by a dream I resent, a future I could prevent if I'd only understand
But I assume that as long as we're here, we just won't really care
Acting out the stupid nature of man...