Tables have turned.
Nothing is learned,
So real tragedy
Love wasted.
Up from the floor,
Spirit one's more,
A final learning process
Falling down.
You might scream,
You might shake,
Could be a lonely mistake
And it's true we are through
This is the last stop for
Heaven or Hell
How can we tell?
Or real dead collective
Lost perspective.
Nothing is real,
Nothing to feel,
And when the pain consumes you,
Death protects you
Down here...
