Better Days

You brought your hate to our front door,
But we don't listen any more,
The sum of all your fears.
For those that waste the time they get,
Time will waste them so they regret,
The passing of the years.

No matter how hard we pretend,
All our beginnings will have ends,
It always works that way.
We're made of flesh and blood and lust,
We live, we die, we turn to dust,
And then we blow away.

One last survivor of the bad,
Tied to the mast alone and mad,
Before he slips from sight.
The angry sea begins to swell,
He hears the tolling of the bell,
The Kraken feeds tonight.

Dark clouds divide and light spills out,
New hope dissolves the rust of doubt,
We will see better days.