Thursday, January 1, 2009
12:10 AM
Is this the New Year, or just another night
Is this the new fear, or just another fright
Is this the finger, or just another fist
Is this the kingdom, or just a hit and miss
A misdirection, most in all this desperation
Is this what they call freedom?
Is this what they call pain?
Is this what they call discontented fame?
It'll be a day like this
When the world caves in
I'm singing this one like a broken piece of glass
From broken arms and broken noses in the back
Is this the New Year, or just another desperation?
You're pushing till you're shoving
You bend untill you break
Till you stand on the broken fields where our fathers lay
It'll be a day like this one
When the world caves in
There's nothing here worth saving
Is no one here at all?
Is there any net left that could break our fall?
It'll be a day like this one
When the sky falls down and the hungry and poor and the deserted are found
Are you discontented?
Have you been pushing hard?
Have you been throwing down this broken house of cards?
It'll be a day like this one
When the world caves in
Is there nothing left now?
Nothing left to sing?
Are there any left who hasn't kissed the enemy?
Is this the New Year, or just another desperation?
Does justice ever find you? Do the wicked never lose?
Is there any honest song to sing beside these blues?
And nothing is okay
Till the world caves in
Untill the world caves in
