by As I try to live through everyday in fear,
Of what was predicted is far too near,
It's time to face up to the music,
And unlive the like behind it,
And try and get over the anger and sorrow,
Try to get over the pain and put on a show
As not to disappoint, to keep it up as if
Nothing has happened, but it did, and what if
Something happens again, but no one will know?
What if someone dies, and no one will show
What they know... what they chose...
What did they choose? Answers from below?
When did murder become a sense of justice,
But, oh they think, what's the deal, what's the fuss?
It was someone who saved an inhuman, a freak,
It was someone who no one will remember, but the leak
Will get out soon, there will be
Chaos and tyranny
Hoplessness and unforgivness
But whatever happens, they won't understand the seriousness
Of what they did, and while they try to rebuild
Peace and happiness fulfilled
Love and order
But since when have people been in order?
We scatter, we rebel, we believe...
We believe in ourselves, in our lovers, while we leave
It all behind in our own way,
Exits and entrances
Acts and scenes....
And as we run from death, as we run from the scene,
We'll be free again, once again free as a cloud.
Flying along the sky, intangible, flying without doubt.
Of what was predicted is far too near,
It's time to face up to the music,
And unlive the like behind it,
And try and get over the anger and sorrow,
Try to get over the pain and put on a show
As not to disappoint, to keep it up as if
Nothing has happened, but it did, and what if
Something happens again, but no one will know?
What if someone dies, and no one will show
What they know... what they chose...
What did they choose? Answers from below?
When did murder become a sense of justice,
But, oh they think, what's the deal, what's the fuss?
It was someone who saved an inhuman, a freak,
It was someone who no one will remember, but the leak
Will get out soon, there will be
Chaos and tyranny
Hoplessness and unforgivness
But whatever happens, they won't understand the seriousness
Of what they did, and while they try to rebuild
Peace and happiness fulfilled
Love and order
But since when have people been in order?
We scatter, we rebel, we believe...
We believe in ourselves, in our lovers, while we leave
It all behind in our own way,
Exits and entrances
Acts and scenes....
And as we run from death, as we run from the scene,
We'll be free again, once again free as a cloud.
Flying along the sky, intangible, flying without doubt.
