I’m sorry; did I miss something?

Now you know
This is what it feels like

The clouds torn apart
Your God comes tumbling
Like a mother fucking Stuka
Screaming for your blood
Screaming to be set free

You can’t let him go
There’s no more ebb
Only flow
You try to stop him
As he tries to go

Yeah this is what it feels like
When we keep running
To love that’s like a ghost

All the drugs
They want us to take
Only dull the numb each day
You try

You try

You try

Then I give up

This is the last day
Of what’s left of your life

Now you know
Just what it feels like

© 2009, Mosquitobyte