Everything is lost. Everything you see
Everything you’ve felt was another flip of a magazine.
Everything dies, everything sighs
That doesn’t stop the reason, to still look to the sky.
Death is lost, it can never be seen
It will whisk you away while you’re down on broken knees.
Until the beer bottle drops, or the gunshots stop
There will never be a reason to live a broken dream.
He’s messed up, but she’ll never know
As he looks to the sky, jumping off his tightrope.
Death is a blessing to a blind, shattered eye
Life but a curse, a reason to say goodbye.
Everything will always be lost, no matter how many bitter tears cry
But perhaps with a touch of another burden,
Everything can be just fine.
