Even through the dark, dark, dark days

There was never a doubt how this would end

There was never an 'if', just a 'when'

But now I've moved on some way

Look back over all that time again-

Is it a waste that time I've spent?

But it's already over, it's already gone

Are we just slaves to a system we create?

Are we just slaves to a system?

'I guess I thought that my whole, whole, whole life

Look back and I wonder if it's just me-

Am I the one who isn't free?'

But it's already over, it's already gone

Are we just slaves to a system we create?

Are we just slaves to a system?

I guess we just move back, back, back and forth

Between the extremities of thought:

Are we the captors or the caught?

But it's already over, it's already gone

It's already over, it's already gone