Song: Blue Monday
Artist:  louiedro
Year: 2022
Viewed: 3 - Published at: 6 years ago

All things terminate someday
Every day a potential Blue Monday
I thought the earth was sprouting roses
But all that blossomed was a stillborn lotus
The tides of change brought deception ashore
Thousands of hearts slept by the war
Of greatness bereft
Deaf, blind and sore

Every time I die
I'm reminded I'm alive
When nothing meets my window
I take a look inside
For it is there the whole world lies
The whole world lies

All my hеroes are dead
My gardеn harbors lead
All the words sung and said
Screaming about the thoughts in our heads
Now we know with painstaking precision
Love was not enough
To mend this deep incision
No tools of the trade can fix it
All that we can do now is miss it
A radical shifting of paradigms
The commotion leaves us paralyzed
Soft, clean, beautiful, white
All the petals are severed tonight
Nothing to feast on but buried stems
Ghosts were made of merry men
All of us die alone with our friends
We didn't see the beginning of the end
Not until the end had already ended
And no olive branch was ever extended
Now we mourn and reactivate memories
A futile placebo makeshift remedy
Striving to be devout agnostics
We prayed for resolution but still you absconded
We are sorry, them all
We are all sorry

Beyond insanity
Total loss of dignity and vanity
Beyond insanity
Burning the cards that God has handed me

Our futures are now ex lives
It's the lowest we've ever been
We sing and slit our necks wide
We dwell in the detriment
Truly this is your last night in town
The citizens struggle to swallow it down
A bitter pill as we reach for old light
A foundation upon which we've built our whole life
Now we watch the giant collapse
A quaking descent to lie on its back
Upturned and chest agape for the crowd
To approach with flowers, laying them down
It's no great secret that this structure was unstable
Unexempt from the rule and far from a fable
Susceptible to ruin like anything else
Caught in the debris now treading in hell
A vulgar, loud, unforgettable end
The indelible death of incredible men
There's an awful lot to process and so much more to say
But the novel now is closed and the sun has left the day
But know this now, know it forever
When you go, we go together
We can go to hell, we can go to heaven
Where every year is ‘77

You gave idiots a reason to believe
That we were the smartest kids on the scene
But we were just wanderlusts and marvelous sluts
But you were so much more than artists to us
All of it was over before we knew it
We hate to say it, but kill the music
I think we're done here

( louiedro )
www.ChordsAZ.com

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