Tuesday, March 2, 2010

It's not morbid, it's Kalopsia


You're lost, but you're not alone
its becoming more night then day a wretched town a role to play
cast out to see on an epic stage, four nights we laughed
tears of empathy, you still wont stay
slow down... just a bit, always looking for whatever it is
The world is going to end before it's found
Everyone wants the same thing and we're all drowning.
What matters ? when we change our minds like there's actually a right answer
decisions are ghosts to those who will never be sure
One last drink to a thousand more

we're going to be dust
and it's going to be great
We'll figure it out
as they lower our crate
from six feet down
Finally seeing clear
Earths hidden stars
In a geophysic atmosphere
don't feel bad for the dead
they're smiling because they were here.






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