Impend
| There is a young man He is sitting in a room and his heart has fluttered from passing gloom There is an old man He is sitting on the stairs and he's been going down The young man is grown up The old man is rolled up Now there is nothing left to say - Will we fight to the grave? Will we give up & slave? Can it stay this way? How long can one man obey? - Am I right? This has become pitiful Through all my blight this is getting old Was the old man laid to rest Unrolled? My time is ageless - Will we fight to the grave? Will we give up & slave? Can it stay this way? How long can one man obey? Will we fight to the end? Will we give up upon impend? | ||
| 2004 Piemerica-Incorperated-Eternally | 11/26 | Written by Emperor MAR November 25, 2004 |