Once they were Pretty, now petals decay.
Burned is the earth in which we lay.
Wrath of a thousand, no sense to it all.
The sun's going down, the shadows grow tall.
We pay the price with the tears that we shed.
Badges for glory are smeared in red.
We cling to the image of clinging to life,
Yet everything we love is prone to die.
People thought distant with no soul or care.
Ripped into shreds as the bells fill the air.
Meaningless banther has mostly foregone.
Yet Lives turn to dust once we are gone.
Desperate Times. There is nothing but doubt.
Blade to the source seems the easy way out.
One short cut to see the pearly gates.
Sugar fucking sprinkles and no more hate.
All that it takes is one second thought.
That house of cards will collapse into nought.
There is no heaven and there is no hell.
Once you are gone the worms eat the shell.
People thought distant with no soul or care.
Ripped into shreds as the bells fill the air.
Meaningless banther has mostly foregone.
Yet Lives turn to dust once we are gone.