They always did like to live on the edge
Never told what to do
And it seemed that they strangled
What was left of all smiles
I thought they were free
Blind to realize they were chained
And when Harold ran the impossible race
Where stakes were too high
Remorseful shame was too much
For them to bear
Lost in the enigmatic spiral they created
Sinking in their own despair
They sobbed in the basement
Inaudible wails to the ghosts
That never could understand
Raising the roof of heavens and hells
Running rampant among the twisted tracks
Trying so hard to forget, to let go
Flee from the crime scene
That haunted their stained minds
They all burned out in an explosion
I believed it was finally over
And Harold, my friend, it feels
Like it's that time again
© 2000 BLONDEfox
