It all makes sense It doesn’t make sense For soon they’ll run its course. It all makes sense It doesn’t make sense And soon they’ll be no more. All that is knowing, We can all lay to rest. When all is said and done, that’s truly what’s best.
What Joy I see It was a moment of ecstasy. Now that moment has come to pass Lay by side with your Bonnie lass. It is where we all came from, Came and gone at last, So now we rest After the same song and Dance.
Praise new hours, a ticking clock to the foreign loss and familiar social pressure on a 21st century turn. Broken and fixed, broken and fixed, upon the repeated more beats and thoughts and proof of provocation of those of the past idiocratic splendor. Fortune’s feed back, undue splendor placed onContinue reading “As It Is, As It Was”