Life/Death
All the rows of empty houses, echoes resounding from the road
Everyone’s out to consummate the spring,
Making love in the streets and planting new seeds...
All the roses lining the graves
In the cemetery shaded by the bars and arcade
Seem to paint each moment we’re awake
That much more childish to fake
What is certainly our fate...
If there’s a way to break your shield, The Secret’s been concealed
Your surface is cold, too frigid hold
All of the loneliest people of the Earth
Sit and wonder ‘bout their worth, on the hood of a hearse
Never again to be tempted by The Light
With exception to this strife
There’s nothing left of this life
If I can’t find the words to say, I’ll just run away
Please don’t waste your faith on me, or trust in my disease









