How does it feel
To know that the past is the past and you’re never going back
and it all fades into the dark.
How do you deal
With the truth that you’ve never really felt and you just don’t know
what to do now.
How could you kneel
To the hater of the haters, the cheapest of the scum
for a small bill.
How could you steal
When you’ve taken their dreams, looking for a gleam
in the eye of the end.