Sirens scream a tune of panic
Heartbeats rival the speed at which the pistons are pushing the engine
Dispatched to the aid of black despondency
Life has left the body,
And barely lingers somewhere in the grey matter
Faces pale with the knowledge of whys and hows
It's haunting to know that life can beat you down with such great ease
Confirming those things that you have tried to ignore
Compelling you to bathe in your despair
Bankrupt on the fact that you have no power over your disposition
Like a (great)ghost that speaks breathy in your ear
It's a common theme but one we can't discount
Let's bring aid to those not fervent enough to help themselves
Raise a flag of hope, that there is a brilliant tomorrow