The days are getting colder
While my life is getting older
And I look over my shoulder
To see a retrospect

And I can not help but feel
That the ends somehow not real
That life is but a raw deal
And that it has all been wrecked

Propaganda rears it's head
About the land home to the dead
But it's the preacher who has said
That I shall not be going there

When my time in Eden's spent
A place of darkness I'll be sent
For I've ignored my time of lent
And you shall hear of my despair

It's too late to make amends
For dark visions my mind sends
And nobody likes the ends
For it shows just what we lack

When beliefs lead you astray
Every night and every day
That is when it's time to pay
That is when it all goes black

06/27/2002

Posted on 06/27/2002
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