End of Days

Thristness of pain, Water that doesn't quench your thrist A river that flows nothing, but ashes and dirt A pain that's been hurt A heart that's been scarred A universe way beyond us with only black stars A world that doesn't turn Life that doesn't grow A rose that blossom in the winter A summer with white snow fairytales without heroes seas never to be sailed A child that's never born cause all humanity failed A blind man plays the banjo of songs he hasn't rehearsed Husbands hide their wives to live their seperate lives The dead may rest beneath their graves Animals became human and humans became their slave Human cruelty isn't a crime We've been cruel to animals for quite sometimes If we as people don't change our ways It'll remain like this until the end of days.