The Last in Line - Eloy

Visions in decay

Shadows on the wall

In world of desolation

No one cares about

The future nor the past

A superficialist generation

On a journey of no return

We’re surpassing the gates of hell

Still emotions as cold as ice

Heeding no advice

Living for the day

No conception

Riding high on our self-deception

Riot all around

Siren’s wailing sound

Raging chaos in all directions

While we dance in the danger zone

False impressions to ease the soul

In a tempest of space and time

Try to keep control

We are, we are

The children of tomorrow

We are, we are

The future generation

We are, we are

Victims lost in fate

We are, we are

The last in line

We are reckless

Running headless

Holding on to the wings of madness

No perception

No direction

No belief in resurrection

Still aware of the present state

We resign to our certain fate

Standing now as the last in line

Can’t turn back time

We are, we are

The children of tomorrow

We are, we are

The future generation

We are, we are

Victims lost in fate

We are, we are

The last in line

Still aware of the present state

We resign to our certain fate

Standing now as the last in line

Can’t turn back time

We are, we are

The children of tomorrow

We are, we are

The future generation

We are, we are

Victims lost in fate

We are, we are

We are, we are

Useless and abandoned…