These days are ones of hellish demons; they chase us just like the morning railway br Full steam ahead, until the early evening run, on your shoulder there lay, br Unawake and fully in slumber, they toast to your regard as they emerge, br These nights are ones of hellish demons, in your mind and heart they converge br br On your way or so it seems, waltzing in and out of the crowd, on your own or so it seems br Harder to raise a smile then yesterday, but easy is ignorance to all today br Question what’s your life, you’re the only one sacrificed but you don’t mind, but I’m telling you it’s wasted time, life’s never gonna be want you want it to be br br Show your face in a crowded place you don’t matter at all until you’re rightfully wrong br Collect all those things you used to be check the change in you and you will see, your heavens so small and you’re running through it free, blistered cracked and bleeding on burning feet br It’s all a waste of time your heavens so small and until change it can never be how it used to bebr br Daniel Richardsbr br