Trail of despair 03/27/2010
Living in a dream land Realities become too much of a test Longing for freedom But none is found until the eternal rest Smoke fills the sky From the lungs of all ages Damaged is hope It’s burning like brittle pages As our vision becomes blurred Because we choose not to see Tinted has become everything Once held sacred by you and me So line up for the slaughter Buy your tickets now No longer a point to be made By questioning how One too many steps have already been taken Down the dark staircase toward our end And there’s no backtracking When the devil’s called you friend And nothing at all can be done When it’ll all be over soon There’s no Jake with his bean stalk There’s no reaching for the moon Add Comment |
