Kudou, It's a wonder you're still alive.
Ever hear a person say
That life was the only thing worth living for?
Ever wonder why,
We cower and we die?
For the pleasures of the skin
For pleasures of sin?
Every wonder how
The wind blows us down
And we shrug it of as fate
Never to debate
Why we even lived
Why we had even been born
It wasn't until the day
That the storm blew her away
That I fell to the ground
And tears struck me down
A silent word of praise
It was all I could do not to scream her name
And I am still even now
Holding her warmth to my heart
Through the booze and whores
I find my self wandering to your door
Knowing you won't be there
Knowing you'll never be there
So why is it we continue to live
Even after we've died
To secure our silent sins
And to never walk again
With the passion of life still lit
And our tears following still