The End of Days

Ugly people in pretty places
The pain of now on ancient faces
Everywhere the story’s the same
History dies façades remain

Is this the end of days
Am I awake or dreaming
Is this the way the world will end
Fast asleep but screaming

New Jersey hair and a Hollywood face
So-called style that has no place
In a world that thinks in a world that cares
We’re caught in the future’s Botox stares

Let me out please let me go
Where there’s more to see and know
Where truth and right are recognized
And thinking is not criticized

Take me back so far from here
When differences were loud and clear
When people knew who they were
Before mindlessness was de rigueur

Ugly people in pretty places
The pain of now on ancient faces
Everywhere the story’s the same
History dies façades remain