I've done everything that can be done to heal this wound. Left it on it's own for years. . I've done everything that can be done to heal this wound. Left it on it's own for years.
Here we are. At the beginning of the last century. For man. Usin' up parts of the world we haven't. Even seen or been to. The wretched of the earth exploited.
Air full of feathers. Fluttering distant laughter. Air full of signs & strange magic. Planets aligned in warning. Trap door sprung beneath me. And I'm falling.
But he who dies with the most toys. Is still dead.. He who dies with the most toys. Is still dead.. . You have to be cool. You have to be hip. You have to be chic.
There's no such thing. As an answered prayer. There's no such thing. As the ozone layer. There's no such thing. As an action hero. . There's no such thing.
A voice from the past. Entered my head today. Fresh & alive. Full of life, passion. And pain.. A voice now past.. A beautiful soul. Gone, gone, gone..