[instrumental intro]

Plights I've imagined
I know this I'd abhor
Lying bedridden
Rotting down to my core

Then a most Tragic twist
My Words could stop War
Got lost in the Grey Mist
Tumble Mute to the Floor

Do we seek Truth?
Can the Meek Rule?
Or, are we but Fools?

Dazed; Wandered Speechless
For Days on end
Must I continue to
Count each Grain of Sand?

By what right, tell me
Does one take lives of men?
Who decides who must bleed
And who we will mend?

Tell me what's true
Seeds of Deeds strewn
Does Life get Renewed?
Tell me if it's True

[instrumental break][during instrumental break to the notes]
{We dance to our ditties}
{In costume and in plume}
{We dread our smoke-clogged cities}
{As We dance on towards Our Doom}
{Why do we sit back}
{in slothful slouch}
{Why aren't our sorry asses}
{Springing up off of our couch?}
{Now, off your couch, now}
{Get off your couch, now}
{Get on up, now}

Life without Passion
It's Worthless; A Bore
Emotions; Rationed
Left to Sleep in some Drawer

Endless; My Days and Nights
As the World spins on by
Death looms; but walks away
Lets this Old Dog just lie

You might think:"Cool"
But don't be fooled
Time will Defeat You
Could Death be Your Jewel?

Who will greet you?
Will Friends meet you?
Heavens; Beseech you
Now They can Teach You
What isTrue

{Truth}

[orchestral interlude bridging to spoken part below]

Breathe deep to stave off the doom
Heart beats loud in chest; your tomb
Dead center; your soul is tired and spent
Imagined plights blind you to terror's extent
Rationed thoughts hover; your mind becomes numb
Know the damned price; you don't have the sum
Your smothered wick smokes; it floats towards the sun
Deep, burned images; ash hits your tongue

Cold-heart absorbs the cool of night
Extruding colours for our sight
Fear of pain; not well – not right
We freeze, we die – is this our plight?
Existence; at conclusion