You can burn and I can die
But that won't change a thing.
End can come let blackbirds fly,
Yet there comes no finality

Wisdon drifts, and knowledge ends,
but still nobody cares
In order, time will writhe and bend.
Free runs the night black mares.

Anarchy reigns, the kingdom falls.
I'm here inhaling smoke.
In blood, words written on walls
You treat it like a joke.

As the village burns, the children scream.
A perfect balance of all fears.
Laughs echo, still we have no dream.
Why must we waste our tears?

When we die we find the truth.
Secrets, far off go.
Clues are hidden in the youth
But us living may not know.