Lyrics

The way it was,
With trees and moss and fuzz,
Birds could soar as they’d cry,
Why, oh why, did they die?
When techies ruled the bots,
With nothing but their thoughts,
Sparkling beaches and skies,
Etudes float to the sky

I’d sit and sew, a lonely task it seemed,
But if I’d have known it would get worse than I had dreamed!

Forged of steel and of green,
For those times we yet feen,
On the pilgrimage goes,
And the sunshine steady grows,
Oh, the woes we unknowingly had chose!!

Once, upon an era when a
run to the sun was straight and narrow,
When good boys made toys, there
was no despair, or
Was there?

Chased a weird glowing bug as dusk appeared,
My mother feared the husky ebon drear,
another world descends and darkness leers,
a dozen lives tonight would end in tears,

Alight and inflamed, my interest raised, I
Fight my young age, said “this is okay,”
until I heard the sickening boom, and I turned,
My stomach churned, what a horrible day-da-day-da

Family done, I faced the rising sun, I saw my
Future written where there had been none, they
Surmised a vagrant couldn’t be too young and
That although I’m poor, I’ll still win this war
(I’ll still win this war, I’ll still win this war…)

Whoa, sing a tune so sweet
That metal and flesh would meet,
They reasoned it’s treason when
Orphans no more than say,
“I won’t die alone!”

Forged of steel and of green,
For those times we yet feen,
On the pilgrimage goes,
And the sunshine steady grows,
Oh, the woes we unknowingly had chose!
Inconvenience they surely knew they slew,
Welcome now to Project: The Real New

And the sunshine steady grows,
Oh, the woes we unknowingly had chose!
Inconvenience they surely knew they slew,
Welcome now to Project: The Real New