Tables have turned
Nothing is learned
So real tragedy
Love wasted
Up from the floor
Spirit one's more
A final learning process
Falling down
You might scream
You might shake
Could be a lonely mistake
And it's true we are through
This is the last stop for
Heaven or hell
How can we tell?
Or real dead collective
Lost perspective
Nothing is real
Nothing to feel
And when the pain consumes you
Death protects you
Down here
