This is the time we make noises Playing a game of mixing And we are contrived to play this It is a painful thing to be alone But more painful still to be polite More painful still to have to be so, So polite So… kind And… Well I don’t want to seem Ungrateful Though I am obliged in a way And then again Is obligation enough? Is pain so bad when one believes In nothing? To have ideas To have a philosophy that seems to Be proven correct by one’s Experience One’s L-if-E One’s er… Loves and emotions Yet it still gets destroyed Mutilated It is so easy to destroy To amputate our destiny You probably think I am trying to Justify events to feel less pain Painkiller Killer of pain Painkiller Killer of pain You probably think That’s thee game That’s OK But I see you as a beautiful gift That gave me the only happiness I Ever felt And I taught you alchemy And sacrifice And like my child You Left home Where is home now? Who are your new famille? Are they good? Will you develop and grow? Yes love’s never lost She said to me KNOW But I replied to her It is sometimes stolen And I mailed it to her… Trivial you may say But no more trivial than being Alive At last the innocents Have Finally slaughtered the Innocents It’s all very simple of course And all makes sense Or so it is said Who are your new famille? Where are you now? Will you develop and grow? Are they good? This is the tree bending This is the last straw And no one can change What may never occur Naturally we can all argue about Anything And we do Oh yes! We most certainly do my dear Everyone has felt this pain except For those human animals I will keep my dog thank you and Remain here to make a decision on Behalf of us all Is that what you want to hear?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
