Everything Will Be Different

Ugly, filthy, cold and clinging, Dull and brutal, always stinging, Slowly tearing, small and lying, Shameless, low, and choking, dying. Grinning wide while sinning blindly, Flat and mocking, sick and spineless, Thick as swamp, and stale, and rotten, Worth no life and death — forgotten. No more tears — what joy in crying? We know, we know — the tide is turning, Everything... will be different. Slave and savage, black, infected, Rarely grey — in grey — connected, Ever fallen, devil-frozen, Foolish, dry, asleep — and hopeless. No more tears — what joy in crying? We know, we know — the tide is turning, Everything... will be different. Cold as death and pitifully worthless, Unbearable — false, so false! No more tears — what joy in crying? We know, we know — the tide is turning, Everything... will be different.