Your days are dark and dreary
drawn in gloom by joy declining
there seems to be no rest for the sad and weary
where nights have lost their blue and silver lining
Why do I even write this down?
you left nothing but a sick sad little clown
all the things you loved you've left behind
no more laughter no more faith
save life's wasted beauty seen in hindsight
when it's all in all too late
waning days...
your skies are dark, your time so futile
and I'd guess you've seen enough of them
lived too long and stood too strong in self-established exile
while your donna nobis pacem turned into a requiem
Nocturnal tunnelvision
too blind to see the humour
of the black comedy in which you play your role
as self-appointed anti-hero
you denied yourself a soul
...you...
stop wasting precious breath
have another shot at life
or have one at your head...
whatever you choose to do
make it fast
time will not wait for long
decide if this moment will be your last
or
by tomorrow's sunset sing a brand new song
in the key of life...