To live forever
And relish in being together
With the world, no matter what crimes
And without it, your life has no rhythm, no rhyme
And they shall not question you for why you spite
When the black has turned white
And the day has turned to night
The world has turned to madness
And grief consumes them like a never ending sadness
And somewhere out in the cruel whirls of the winds
There lays a dead little blackbird
Which has left humanity
To rot in endless insanity
Death has left them
To fret in the unforgiving qualm
So to have immorality
Is to be stuck in strict formality
It is not being forced to listen to a sweet Gloria
Nor is it ever euphoria
