How I remember it...
Moment of Death
Not Real.
The sickening moment
When death works.
Your stomach knots,
And your soul cries for it to stop.
The moment you pray to wake up from.
But it is so real.
And so it is tonight.
Silence, but for the ringing in our ears.
Tonight, our dream will die.
So deeply, we feel the death of such a little, toxic flower,
Our band, which was so full of hope.
We have our moment of silence.
Stay a little longer?
There is so much left to say, before you go,
For tomorrow you leave, to live another dream.
Yet no words could say what I truly mean.
I'll stay, for a little while.
Can teardrops stain a dream?
An Embrace. A Goodbye.
'Til we meet and dream again.
O sister mine.
Not Real.
The sickening moment
When death works.
Your stomach knots,
And your soul cries for it to stop.
The moment you pray to wake up from.
But it is so real.
And so it is tonight.
Silence, but for the ringing in our ears.
Tonight, our dream will die.
So deeply, we feel the death of such a little, toxic flower,
Our band, which was so full of hope.
We have our moment of silence.
Stay a little longer?
There is so much left to say, before you go,
For tomorrow you leave, to live another dream.
Yet no words could say what I truly mean.
I'll stay, for a little while.
Can teardrops stain a dream?
An Embrace. A Goodbye.
'Til we meet and dream again.
O sister mine.