Postlude


Where there's no miracles left to be discovered
You feel as if you're being smothered
When even drugs have lost their charm
And only darkness keeps you warm
Through the ever raging storm
Perhaps it's time to pay your dues
Because you've no more soul to bruise.

When insanity rears its head
You're walking where no one has tread
You've lived your life like you were dead
You'll look back and realize...

Everything was just a dream
Reality never what it seemed
Everyone was out to deceive
And no one cares enough to believe.

With the passing of the years
We'll reach out our arms to ease our fears
And in our final sinful days
We'll reach out our arms to be saved.
But maybe then It'll be too late to cry.

We'll even find digust
In our shallow, selfish lust.

I used to need a lot of love.
Now I just need a lot of drugs.


by sebastian raaphorst (vorpal^), 1998