Never before have I dealt with
whatever you want to play God games
ever ever consider what you've become?
Truth does it hurt?
Don't mind me while I slash your throat
Through me his voice screams
gone one minute and gone the next
soon to pluck your wings
don't forget it your the insect
the sad song for you sings
gone one minute and gone the next
You must live with yourself
I'm gone your on
do you forgive yourself
I'm gone your on
I'm gone your on
time marches on
I'm gone your on
I'm gone your on
time marches on
This song was written and recorded in loving memory of Jim Meehan.
