Organic Machine - Rites of Spring Lyrics

Do you remember when you very young
And everything seemed perfect those days
All ducks in a row, no souls to be sold
And only the fear of bedtime looming

Not a care in the world, just time spent dreaming
Unaware of the judgments, and lost in being
Never think of the gifts that should bring
To the other side of the rites of spring

Playing in the sand molding stories of a land
That only exist to the young creator
And death is not final, always set to repeat
The world of pretend never ends until they sleep

Somewhere along the way, when the hands of fate
Have plucked us from these gilded years
We begin to see, endless enemies
The madness that reigns on this tiny, lonely sphere