Better Days
Biohazard
Mata Leao (1996)

Times are changing , things come and go
Things are getting worse-the earth a black hole
I say to myself, will this shit ever change?
Will it ever improve or will it stay the same?
It's plain to me that things are amiss
Because I've seen better days than this
How could we let it get as bad as it is?
Because I've seen better days than this
It's plain to me that things are amiss
Famine and war, hate and disgrace
Incest and murder, raping the rat race
I see no end to this suffering
Faith, hope and love are burnt offerings
Decline and fall of modern man
Our fate is sealed by our own hand
Time spinning onward- we're regressing fast
Signs of the times say these days might be our last
Better days are gone forever I fear
Our hate dictates our fate
Apocalypse is her