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everybody's dying

everybody’s dying 

 everybody’s dying, everybody’s dying 
 in this world we call insane 
 and nobody knows it,  
‘cause it’s part of the game 
  
 and there is no resurrection 
 once we fall down from that cross 
 and there is no institution 
 to redeem our final loss 

 and there is no cotton bandage 
 that can stop the bleeding wound 
 and no time for looking backwards 
 ‘cause we are already doomed 

 everybody’s dying, everybody’s dying 
 and we’re smiling all the while 
 we just never realize it 
 we just line up single file 

 and the explosion of that bullet 
 bursts across the nighttime sky 
 and the mushroom cloud filters down 
 and the laughing people cry 

 and there is no restoration 
 once our cities tumble down 
 and there is no consolation 
 for no prizes can be found 

 and there is no rhyme or reason 
 that can color over dead 
 and no time for looking backwards 
 to the words that Jesus said 

 everybody’s dying, everybody’s dying 
 and some have sold their souls 
 and everybody knows it 
 after sifting through the coals 

 and there is no hope for another time 
 the stainless sword just fell 
 there is no care for your fellow man 
 as he stumbles into hell 

 and there is no constitution 
 that politicians sign 
 for the sign’s already written 
 and sealed since the start of time 

 and everybody’s dying, everybody’s dying 
 though none can answer why 
 and there are no super patriots 
 who storm across the sky 

 and there is no firm foundation 
 to hold your footing down 
 and there is no more destitution 
 past the hunger sound 

 and there is no vegetation 
 to keep a man alive 
 he should have eaten the bread of life 
 if he wanted to survive 

 and no time for looking backwards 
 to the way it could have been 
 that time has passed and satan’s tongue 
 has pierced the hearts of men 
  
 everybody’s dying, everybody’s dying 
 God, take this pain from me 
 this sight of annihilation 
 this staining of the sea 
  
 everybody’s dying, everybody’s dying 
 the anguish is too real 
 even a blind man who has darkened eyes 
 no longer can conceal 

 that window of his inner soul 
 which holds the picture clear 
 everybody’s dying, everybody’s dying 
 my friend… 

 the time is here

tolbert

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