The Bereaved

The beginning of fall,
Being pushed against the wall
Sometimes everything seems narrow,
And loses all of its glow
When most soldiers desert,
And the rest of them convert
The inner self becomes defaced,
And all deeds are laid to waste

Waiting for the slow burning fuse
It's a caressing abuse
The feeling of being deceived
And I leave behind the bereaved

This utopia is godforsaken
Where control of mind is mistaken
Newly born, already dying
Giving in, without even trying

This utopia is godforsaken
Where control of mind is mistaken
Dead man walking you might day
Nothing is forever,
It'll be all over one day

When the wind dust blows out the candle
We got no life left, left to handle

Prepared for the worst, all set to die
My last hope is that heaven won't deny