The Truman Theory

Beauty tells the story Of days we were younger Come join the famine Lose someone Beneath the sands At the Tip of your toes A touch of the gods Join the war And lose someone Bridges They mend The things that god Cannot touch Rivers They separate The stenches That man cannot rid of Join the war Lose someone Among the worst mercenary’s Those of us Who were careless of wanted whispers Join the war And lose someone Come join the war Won’t you lose someone Morning breaks Come join the war The warming phase Alarming as days Join the war Lose someone “The important part is the suffering, death is just the part that eventually happens.”