Child Of My Time

My hometown is surrounded by a city wall,
I'm bound to a sphere dim-witted and small.
It's a place called modern times,
which was considered a good place betimes.


I'm a child of my time,
bound by rules that aren't mine,
mother history teaches me what's true,
father zeitgeist commands me what to do.


The world is on a mad doctor's spin,
the black hats are about to win.
I'm not wearing white either, though,
I play my role in that all-embracing show.

My hat is well fitting and gray,
I want a living, which means to stay
mingling with the bad guys,
becoming part of their lies.

The world is covered by a translucent sheet,
it carries more weight than you'll ever concede,
people fight it, but no one ever wins,
it's a sheet made of our fathers' sins.

Words & Music: Michael Michaelis

Michael: Vocals, Guitars, Piano, Bass, Cymbals & HiHat, Percussion, Wave Drum (Snare, Toms, Bongos), Drum Programming (Marimba, Bass Drum).

Recorded, edited, and mixed proudly using Cubase.

(Last Update: 28.12.2016)

[All Rights reserved. © Michael Michaelis, 2016]

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