Purgatory

Someday I'll forget

What was so important

Someday I'll forget

Exactly what the reasons were for wanting to be different

And for wanting change

Someday I'll think those ideas were so radical and strange

So tell me is that what it's like

When you grow old?

Tell me is that what it's like

When your ideals are bought and sold?

Tell me is that what it's like

When your soul has gone cold?

Someday she'll be

The only one that matters

Someday she'll be

The only one for whom I'll care

And she like me

Will need someone to stand behind her

To make it easier

To go through this life of blindness

So tell me is that what it's like

When you grow old?

Tell me is that what it's like

When your ideals are bought and sold?

Tell me is that what it's like

When your soul has gone cold?

And when all those things to which I was so opposed

Will seem insignificant and trite

A reflection of my apathy and my moral lethargy

I'll become a part of the mass majority

Who suffer emotional purgatory

So tell me is that what it's like

When you grow old?

Tell me is that what it's like

When your ideals are bought and sold?

Tell me is that what it's like

When your soul has gone cold?

No soul