Now [bad word] to the age
Where the splendour fades
And we can look behind drooping facades.
The glossy front's just fake,
The firm base breaks
As this doomed world slowly decays.

Illusions fly high,
Nothing we don't try
To build up fantasies we can believe.
The dance on dragon's jaws
In reach of its claws
Destroys the little we could retrieve.

We have resigned to our fate,
Afraid that our time is up now.
Though it's not quite too late
If we take to action now.

We see no future, just today's endured
And tomorrow is smoke in the wind.
We dance, sing, play,
'Cause we feel the strain of living at the end of our Time.

We have resigned to our fate,
Afraid that our time is up now.
Though it's not quite too late
If we take to action now.

Our legacy fades and melts away,
Because tomorrow may not ever be.
So we dance and sing,
Try to bear the thought of approaching
The end of our time.