wasted, glorious dead

it has to come

all the dead are lost

you, me, everyone



our feelings, thoughts

ghosts couldn't see

we closed the doors

on eternity



walk amongst this haunted

crowd

life dictates!

life pulls down

life dictates!

it's books of brown

life dictates!

love pulls us down



a slaughter of roses

and a time to stop

a fuhrer, a butcher, a lover

a slaughter of roses

and, a time to crop

meat-free!

on fire!!!



our feelings, thoughts

ghosts couldn't see

we opened the doors

of emergency



wasted, glorious dead

it has to come

all the dead are lost

memories - everyone

all the dead are lost

you, me, everyone!