walk on by, watch as they pass
sorry if i'm sometimes crass
someday we'll meet up in a sunday mass
mourning the loss of life gone past
it was late, too much was said, i was lost
those words
barbs and pricks glossed with martyrdom
callous angry bittersweet rot
pity poured down from on high
something wilted, something died
that night
walk on by, watch as they pass
sorry if i'm an ass
someday we'll meet up in a sunday mass
mourning the loss of life gone past
wish this air was clean
parking in the space between
you'll mean what i know
see what i glean
in the dark of light
in my hands tonight
as we ride this sinking ship to its demise
sorry
someday we'll meet up in a sunday mass
mourning time, ourselves, and those long dead
