To Gone To Ever Turn Around
Many people today are being deceived by the master of lies
Torn between a world that they know then to the one they wish to
Others today haven't a single clue on what to do
With abortion on demand and war zones we call schools
They are getting lost in the sauce being tormented by its disguise
Does all of this come at any big surprise
Some say they are the fake freeks from Hell
Yet I have a slightly different story to tell
People are too far gone to ever turn around
There god is self then don't ever bother to help
Still there is a way that seems right to a man but in the end
Leads only toward the pathway to certain death
Now aren't you sorry that we met
Through velvet eyes we can vaguely see a reflection of self
A notion of trust to evoke needless piety
We continue to frolic in the given ambiance of the given moment
Then until we see the noon day break one can learn from their fatal mistakes
To gone to ever turn around
Still don't ever wear your head down in some hurtful frown
To gone to ever turn around
By looking back at the plough
Through a brisk walk in the woods one can clear their head
Stay up late until you have time to make your bed
To little time in which to plan ahead !