Secondary
You led the way to the afterlife
A charming host to fate
The bell tolls ring in unison
As the black faded to gray
We dug a hole under the garden
Flowers grow from our waste
The bell tolls ring in unison
as the black faded to gray
God wasn't lonely enough so he sent some of us back
Our fearful leader returned again
With stories to tell of his tales
The courtyard criers in unison
Scream songs of nightingales
We dug our home under the garden
Where we can try to escape
The bell tolls ring in unison
As the dawn started to break
Lost in the feeling between
Its all secondary, blur the lines of real and fake
We sold our soul for the feeling that everything will be okay
We're all alone and fucked up but somehow we all get by
With several lines drawn and crossed, the sand will blow away in time
Writer/s: DAN MAYO, JOHN ROBERT ALAIMO, MARTIN JAMES ALCEDO
