| The year has come and gone. And still they sing the same old song. Tomorrow is just another day. When we all wither and turn gray. They drink themselves stupid, They laugh themselves dumb. But through it all they know it�s being done. The world still turns, they all still die. Try as they might they cannot escape that lie. The lie that they can give their life worth. That they are assured salvation based on their girth. They act and they dress to make others swoon. But in the end they are all hired goons. One day the world will sit still. And there will be no more graves to fill. The sun will shine on an earth most bleak. We will all be dead, the bold and the meek. Then it will not matter who had the most. There will be no one left to cheer and give toasts. Time will go on, but we will not. In our own traps will we have been caught. Wail and moan, cry out with rage! But God has already turned the last page. No more will we hurt, no more will we smile. No more will we have to hide behind the guile. All feelings both good and bad will disappear. And with them the ever present fear. The paradox that life breathes death. It started with Cain and Able and Seth. To live something must die. And when they die something will cry. But there will come a day when there will be no more. From the highest king to the lowest whore. All will be gone, silenced for all time. The innocent are the same as those who committed a crime. Ashes to ashes and dust to dust. We know that this is what will happen. It must. So drink and be merry! Laugh the night away. Forget all your troubles, let your drugs hold you sway. But come the next morn you will all see. You are one day closer to dying with me. And when you die people may shed tears. And kill themselves with a few more beers. Enjoy the moment, while you can. For this is all part of the master plan. |