They say that time heals all wounds
But I don't think they know
The horrors of the insides churning
The desolate fields of solitude and woe
But I know a place up on harmony hill
Amidst the gravestones, hemlock grows
So don't you worry about your past
Because you know, these days will never last
Ain't got no future, just time to kill
Tonight I'll meet you up on harmony hill
This is a blank illusion
The sickness I can't contain
All systems go to drink the kool-aid
Cyanide serenade, refrain
Bathe in the sanguine river flow
Watch the ethereal tunnel glow
The tried and tested formula
Will lead you to Tetragrammaton
So don't you worry about your past
Because you know, these days will never last
Ain't got no future, just time to kill
Tonight I'll meet you up on harmony hill
Liked your poem and it's
Liked your poem and it's rhyming, although a sorrowful read.
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