At The Tomb

The crowd surrounds the deep dark hole - they all wear black

Martyrs of their own minds but the tears will be held back

Is it a privilege to feel it can't be worse

Drink to forget - to forget the painful thirst



We are all spectators at the tomb

Looking six feet down

We are all spectators at the tomb

And we all shall drown



All the time they're longing for - eternal night

Twilight hides away the clear

The rain begins to fall and shivers down their spine

The final curtain falls - it falls right here



Caught between two worlds colliding the happiness inside is hiding

When they feel the aching needles - in their veins

Oh, there are so many questions, still they're waiting for the answers

And they feel a presence standing - in the rain