Someone said it years before
And today I know ità  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â's true
Some dreams canà  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â't help but die
Pinned to those that we looked up to
What about our children
And whoà  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â'll pray for tomorrowà  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â's gods
And the pain and wisdom gained
From decades of moral decay
And the fallen idols
To me theyà  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â're still the same
And I pray they rest forever
But the new revival
Of the skeletal remains
Paints a dark and caustic future
Burned out like a dying sun
On alcohol and cheap romance
Where the junkies and the suicides
Believed inside they had a chance
Weà  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â're the kids in the shadows
Just beyond societyà  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â's eyes
Restless and pure of heart
They donà  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â't understand so they despise
Hey troubadour weà  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â're waiting for you
Will your words bring redemption for the times?
For all the faded reputations
The poets, the sinner and their crimes