Sometimes, when the going gets tough
The tough get going, but I’ve had enough
I can’t take this anymore
I’m just drifting away from reality
A quite hum, the music looms
As the instruments begin to tune.
Our hands together, my bow on your strings,
I look in your eyes, and the symphony begins.
Collapased, on the dirt
The filth of industry
What just happened?
I'm not sure if somethings wrong.
You make me studder when I speak,
so you'll just have to settle for this song.
The parade of pressure
that marches threw our lives
numbing our minds with it's simple beat
making us forget all of our strives.
Better Dead Than Red
I hear the man on the TV.
In his fancy designer suit,
he speaks at me.
'Better Dead than Red, '