We're really making up for the dark ages In today's enlightened times Everything running at the speed of light No time for close contact... no time. Five hundred years with barely a thought Labeled a heretic, burned at the stake Constant derision, judgment and fear How far have we really come? What difference does it make? Maybe the boys from Liverpool had it right When they said 'Come Together' But even the fool on a hill could plainly see That nothing... nothing lasts forever Avatars won't hide the scars deep inside They're just a cry from the heart Gentle tears and countless years are wasted... wasted... wasted. When your life is falling apart Maybe the boys from Liverpool had it right When they said 'Come Together' But even the fool on a hill could plainly see That nothing... nothing lasts forever Nothing... nothing lasts forever (x4)