Come and hear the song,
if you want
you can sing along.
This is your anthem now,
your funeral dirge.
You know all the words
every syllable and verse.
You’ve been tunelessly humming
it in your head
for your whole life.
How loud does it get
the closer you come
to the end of your run?
Now it’s time to shout out
our great ovation.
These were all your words
from the start.
The tempo was set
by the beat of your heart.
Your love made the harmonies clear,
but what really set the hook in,
was your fear.
You’ve always wondered
who was plucking your strings,
you didn’t notice
one fucking thing.
It was you who arranged
how the song would be played.
Turned a sweet serenade,
to a march to the grave.
Who is conducting, but you?
Maybe you’ve left the stage,
let’s cut right to,
the fact that you gave up
on the song of your life,
but someone else came in
and picked up the mic.
All I hear now is whining
and discord and feedback,
that means that you’re dying.
You were so alive,
now the song is declining,
let a new inspiration inside
before you die.
We all disappear.
We all must take a bow.
The end is getting near.
The only difference now,
is what we leave behind
and how we change the world.
We each leave everything
behind us afterwards.
So sing loud.
This is your song.
Don’t let life drown you out.
There is no second show.
Leave everything here.
We’re getting out,
now.
Wave to the crowd.
HG – 2016
