Did You See?

Did you see, the lights in the sky?
Could you be, the girl by my side?
Did you see, the lights in the sky?
Was it death or love encompassing the passers by?

Life is simple, live it long.
Waters riple, throw wrong.
Life is simple, live it long.
How can one sing not one song?

Will you love, with me forever?
What is it above, thee that hovers?
Will you love, with me forever?
I'll hold you and warm you if you shiver.

Die not soon, for die we must.
Shadows over spoon, covered in rust.
Die not soon, for die we must.
Relationships are sad, and they're a bust.

Burn not paper, burn the censors.
Deny the shapers, avoid what withers.
Burn not paper, burn the censors.
Embrace the joy that journey's hither.

Why end do such, things as love?
White is in a crutch, dead is the dove.
Why end do such, things as love?
Why suffer not so, and pray to God above.

We are made, of the stars.
In the shade, we take what is ours.
We are made, of the stars.
Break morals, tear down walls, bend the bars.

Why do we hate, what is black or white?
What gives us a slate, to decide what is right?
Why do we hate, what is black or white?
Is it because one was oppressed, nay, none shall escape the night.

Blood in my eyes, drips and pours onto the altar.
Do not question lies, and thou must not falter.
Blood in my eyes, drips and pours onto the altar.
Some things die not, but they do and must fade and wilter.

What walked before, is more righteous than you.
In the age of yore, people to the end pulled through.
What walked before, is more righteous than you.
In order to be of success in Life's order, do not slip on next morn's dew.

Wreathed in flame, is the mind of Man.
One cannot blame, what you can't understand.
Wreathed in flame, is the mind of Man.
Property is false, no one of this type of life shall own the land.

Shield yourself from what lurks, up the road.
Avoid you shall the murk, of things uneasily told.
Shield yourself from what lurks, up the road.
It shall sting more than an arrow cocked and in a bow that is bowed.

Way up high, in the sky of yesteryear;
is what you can't deny, for the act would lead to fear.
Way up high, in the sky of yesteryear.
Open what recieves all that it is that you should choose to hear.

All the friends, I ever had are gone.
Before we make amends, meet me at dawn.
All the friends, I ever had are gone.
If you fail to do so, I won't go, just sleep and perhaps yawn.