In These Times

When I look into the towns I see poorness and it sounds                                                     like the rain falls down on me, A man can't pay his parking fee                                         empty lanes attend my way, the child at brim seems not to be okay                            Wasted Time and dreamless lifes, a woman scrape her skin with knives

In these Times i cant' see any justice, you have to be                                                                  A decent townsman who have to pay                                                                                     insane taxes you must not say                                                                                                  what you want and in what you believe                                                                                  Under money for a place to sleep ´                                                                                                In these Times the people loose                                                                                                And thats the cheerless truth

Wake me up before it ends                                                                                                          Dream your dreams and make them true                                                                               Then these times will change for you