I am lost.
Lost from time to time.
Lost sometimes.
Time is now.
Time was then.
Time will be.
Here’s to the rage and hate,
Here’s to the love and fate,
Here’s to the history that lives on and on.
Time is now.
Is the corrupted idealized beauty.
It’s patriarchal hatred of feminism glory.
‘Twas this deprived our soul.
Time is now and expresses the how.
How we find ourselves divergent.
How we cancel the equality vow.
How we could not be insurgent.
Time was then.
That will never be anew.
That was its faithful end,
It’s up to us to assemble all clues.
Time will be.
We’ll rise against the odds,
We’ll find strength in pain.
We’ll be better than the gods.
We’ll have the power to bring down the rain.
Here’s to the ambition that will rob the sun from its gold.
Here’s to the violent passion of our hearts.
Here’s to the classical rings of our sins.
Here’s to the history that lives on and on.