it comes like a freighttrain
like a kick in the head
you turn around with all your thoughts and troubles
and it's all over, you're dead.
we can't stop the tragedy
as on lookers stare
their time will come whether they like it or not
it's the only way it could be fair.
HALLELJUA
pray to your god
clasp your hands and weap
in a world that looks like a never ending comedy
there's nothing here that you can keep.
keep it in mind though
as low as you might get
that through all the pain and all the tragedy
it's not all over, yet.
2:45 a.m. - 2007-08-02
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