Decision: The Martyrdom of Saint Simon
Once you decide to die
it takes three days,
boom — war — depression.
There's a rumour they found a tumour.
I don't not like it man,
it's a crap shoot.
beautiful little babies turn into bloated walruses of hate.
It's about time you faced the truth.
Checked your balance.
Made a trip to the bank.
This war's nearly over soldier,
there's not enough time
left to operate.
You left it too long,
it's too far gone.
Got a foothold, unfortunately.
Rot's set in
god knows why.
The return on your sins.
lights are going out.
The ships coming in.
Night falls fast.
you've said goodbye to your future
and partied with the past.
This party's over, soldier
time to give back the present.