What was the point?
“The world is going to go on,”
Then what was the point?
You can’t turn those lights back on. You
Can’t force those bullets back.
You need to sit and learn a lesson in finality.
The pointless red is proof – chances are gone,
We get what we’re told. No room, no room.
Just a madhouse.
And now that we’re less,
We don’t want to be a part of the
Earth you’ve made.