Lyrics

STEEL SKY

I woke up with a morning affliction
Started in with my lazy addiction
My head full of ridiculous fiction
When the real world?s outside

On a constant search for salvation
Such a mindless spoon-fed nation
Is there a need for some real creation?
Or do we want everything to die?

Another trip across the Bishop Ford
How many rides can one man afford?
As the smoke hits my restless eyes
I?m looking up at a Steel Sky

Give your money to a cold face
You got to pay for the rat race
Everyone?s on a personal chase
Hurry up man, you're short on time

I can?t shake this old heart disease
Everyday less and less at ease
I?m just one of a stubborn breed
On the wasted hours we feed

Someday maybe we?ll look back
Try to figure how to get back
As we let out a helpless sigh
We?re looking up at a Steel Sky

©2006 - The Steepwater Band