Dark Times (To Those Born After)

I'm living in dark times All innocent are fools Anyone still smiling Just hasn't heard The gruesome news Talk about a good thing What good do good things do? If nobody is worried We pave the way For gruesome truth Watching from a safe place Touching glass, touching wood Oo we need to change this Touching glass, as if that could I came to the city In times of chaos and of greed A human-made catastrophe I partied between battles Went to sleep amongst the killers And all my loving is careless And I'm growing callous My eyes are shut daytime and bloodshot in the night I struggle to make sense From lovesong to silence I see a battlefield That's growing out in front of me as I'm Watching from a safe place Touching glass, touching wood Oo we need to change this Touching glass As if that could As if that could As if that could