Luftwaffe The Indictment Of Birth
The performance is dull, the drama is lost
But the curtain won't fall, the lights won't shut off
The story is tedious, the plot line long spent
But the pages are turning, no conclusion no end
Past cemetery gates rows of tombstones stand
Reassuring reminder sleep is at hand
But the sun is rising it calls to me
Awake you will remain, insomnia life's fee.
This body is my prison the grave is my bed
This world is losing we're all better dead
