Forgotten Tomb Shutter
Shutter – where have you gone when the storm has come?
Run away as always, your pride asleep won’t hurt
I’ve seen a thousand faces, all void as yours
I’ve seen a thousand lives, all gone as yours
Now – the curtain falls
Upon the deeds of yours
And leaves the bitter taste of absence
Shutter – where have you gone when your turn has come?
An empty seat remains, the stench of coward fills the air
Another teenage angst, another waste of life
The prototype of failure, a human piece of junk
Now – the curtain falls
Upon the deeds of yours
And leaves the bitter taste of nothingness
Shutter – close your eyelids to the world
So you cannot see what you became
A prisoner of life
A prisoner of your own life.
