What time do you call
This?
I am deeply appalled
This
Is the time of day
This
Is the only way
This
Is my friend the noose
This
Is ego on the loose
This
Is the rose I've picked
This
Is the sweetness, sick
This
Is sensitive refrain
This
Is a lie again
This
Is an epic wound
This
Isn't coming soon
This
Is relaxed but dead
This
Is pounding through my head
This
Is an urge for pills
This
Is deceptive still
This
Is a sorrow, true
This
Is the death of you
This
Is the love of hope
This
Is his smoking dope
This
Is the tragic beast
This
Is the very least
This
Is the last applause
This
Is a small-print clause
This
Is being lost at sea
This
Is plain enough for me
This
Is the way to go
This
Isn't all you know
This
Is a cigarette
This
Isn't finished yet
This
Is our glass of wine
This
Will really do just fine
This
Is the heroine
This
Is her love of gin
This
Requiem of ours
This
Is a kind of power
This
Is your evolution
This
Must end in dissolution
This
Is the marching band
This
Is a helping hand
This
Is an end to peace
This
Is, again, deceased
This
This
Breaks but never gives
This
Dies but wants to live
This
Shows the spoils of war
This
Never asks what for
This
Promised solitude
This
Never was so rude
This
Will never ever change
This
Is a single honest exchange
This
Really means nothing to you?