Pretence, fake smiles, eyes searching for vain dreams far away

while they can't see what's right under their noses

puh~ childish dreams; another product of this era of deceit

minds trapped by the unseen lines that we just don't cross

not that we can't but we don't for the fear of shattering their hopeless dreams

relationships and even love becomes mathmatical

art is turned science, this is an age of conversion

Love is formulated into exact science

turning emotions into a sheet of numbers

this is an age of heresy

upside down and inside out universe gone mad

and they wonder why they're so damn unhappy

with life, with death, with everything so damn beautiful

curse those lost chances, regret is your bread

they ask and pray for all things great

but they're blind to the things already given

it's right here open your eyes and see

reach out and touch

stop that mumbling and listen

praying for all the ideals and not acting to make it a reality

makes me sick to watch them throw down all chances

and trade them for vanity

curse you for losing that pure mind

fairy tales and fables lost forever in their world

nothing touchs their hardened heart

no one takes chances,

no one lives by heart-warming fairy tale teachings

this emotion dry world is watered by the tears of the lonely

people pay for handful's crazed race to vanity

-HyY