Our toxic fumes
A long wars Ba-booms
Some will lose, some will win
None are saints, all will sin
Inner hate makes us dead
Young love may keep us ahead
So many corrupted souls
Many more hearts with so many holes
Salty tears when we look back
How it all seems to move so very fast
If none try, none will achieve
Theres a time to laugh, and a time to grieve
Around and around we all go
Where we're going, we have yet to know
Soft, sweet music in the distance
This is our planets long, cold existence |