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My friends, there's always time
For suicide and wine
My heart is growing weary
Of this pointless pantomime
As silent and peaceful as I know it may be
I think this town still might be killing me
A perpetual meat grinder
Such things I so adore
A black tide rumbles from below
Feel my sorrow ebb and flow
A new liquid reminder
Of what I'm destined for
An elixir of truth
To free me of my youth
Winners say we're losers, all
The fools will bring about my fall
They don't understand the strength
Of words spoken in an empty hall
My friends, there's always time
For suicide and wine
I think that I shall make an end
Instead of one more futile rhyme
I know some things will never change
No matter how I want them to
Although I know you find me strange
Why can't you tell I'm human too
I know that to you I'm nothing
Just a shadow you wish would go away
Please leave me here beneath the mud
So I might find some time to pray
So I might find some time to pray
God forbid you let me stay
God forbid I get my say
God forbid I have my way
Leave me here another day
Let my blood run as it may
It doesn't matter anyway
I know there's always time
For suicide and wine
Either one will quench my thirst
To leave this filthy world behind
All my words are spoken and all my songs are sung
You're only immortalized if you die young
A baby's breath
An unmourned death
Swallow once and feel the cold
Without even a hand to hold
While it's a shame to die before I lived
I'd rather leave you young than old
My friends, there's always time
For suicide and wine
I think I shall drink deep of both
And watch the dimming stars shine
Watch them shine