I know it's in the past
I've been there many times before
It will haunt me all my life
As it has these many years now gone
ow I know it all falls away
Down a path of rot and decay
Breaking down and broken down again
It's all gone, scattered in the wind
Falls away now
Things of power lost in the rage
Like a candle burning to an end
We march on a cruel decaying trend
Broken bones and finely woven skin