THE VERY LAST SONG

EXPLODING BUBBLES FORM IN THE PUDDLES OF STORM

I SLICE MY VEIN WITH TRAGIC TRUST

DRESSED IN THE SAINTS FORGOTTEN SKIN

THIS COULD BE THE VERY LAST SONG

NO ONE CAN HEAR WHAT TONIGHTS GOING TO BLEED

WHERE ARE THE WINGED ANGELS

WHERE ARE THE LOVERS PAST

WHERE ARE ALL THE GHOSTS WHO DROWNED IN THE YEARS

THIS COULD BE THE VERY LAST SONG

PLAYED OUT IN MONOTONE MARBLE AND GREY

​​​​​​​NO TIME TRAVELLING HERO

SCREWED UP EXCUSES LIE IN SMALL HERDS

FALLEN SOLDIERS LINE THE WRINKLE PAGE

THE VERY LAST SONG

A WELCOME PARADISE

FORGOTTEN VICE TRAPPED IN WEBS CAUTION CALL

SO NOW THE CURLED UP  MOMENT

THE PRACTICED SPEECH LIMPS FROM A GIVEN TONGUE

AND ECHO THE ONLY WITNESS - HUNG IN A GALLOWS SHADOW

SLOWING THE PACE- 

THE VERY LAST SONG TRICKLES INTO ANOTHER SHRINKING HOUR

THE VERY LAST SONG - 

THE VERY LAST SONG

​​​​​​​PREMATURE GRAVE AND NO BELL TO RING