PeeDster
06/24/03, 12:23 AM
-When I find out it will be to late-
A bag of dead plastic minds
A stripe coloring our lives red
What else will we find?
There’s a coffin sealed on your bed
The silhouette of a cry
Leaves us broken inside
The shadow of the blind truth
Has shown us more then we’d like
Lament on all that is lost
And read between all the lines
Our acts come at a cost
They follow through to our graves
Watch us suffer in this life
What if the storybook lied?
It’s watching us die
One by one we all die
What if I’m wrong?
Will I ever live again?
A bag of dead plastic minds
A stripe coloring our lives red
What else will we find?
There’s a coffin sealed on your bed
The silhouette of a cry
Leaves us broken inside
The shadow of the blind truth
Has shown us more then we’d like
Lament on all that is lost
And read between all the lines
Our acts come at a cost
They follow through to our graves
Watch us suffer in this life
What if the storybook lied?
It’s watching us die
One by one we all die
What if I’m wrong?
Will I ever live again?