My Black Armband

If I could kill myself and do it over again I waited until the end of the world to open your gift Thanks for handing me hell I’ll do what I can As my songs begin to fade I wonder what could have been As I lie within an eastern wind I wonder if I’ll ever see peace again Plantations were once gardens Speeches were the premonitions of decaying martyr s I miss peace and I’ve never rested eyes on her So thanks for handing me hell I love her because she’s untouched and pure Poetry equals the souls of men spoken Hell raised me so I’m a product broken Abide by my emergence This is the last breath of a merchant When sadness finds others You’re reminded of the virtues in what you have left I went numb when I learned to pray Don’t you miss what could have been I saw angels falling from the sun Knowing is everything but I don’t want to know Try not to take things too far They’ll never let you go I waited until the end of the world to open your gift Don’t you miss what could’ve been Thanks for handing me hell If I could kill myself and do it over again