Testo At The Tomb

The crowd surrounds the deep dark hole - they all wear black
Martyrs of their own minds but the tears will be held back
Is it a privilege to feel it can't be worse
Drink to forget - to forget the painful thirst

We are all spectators at the tomb
Looking six feet down
We are all spectators at the tomb And we all shall drown

All the time they're longing for - eternal night
Twilight hides away the clear
The rain begins to fall and shivers down their spine
The final curtain falls - it falls right here

Caught between two worlds colliding the happiness inside is hiding
When they feel the aching needles - in their veins
Oh, there are so many questions, still they're waiting for the answers
And they feel a presence standing - in the rain