From the recording Witch of November
Like an accident waiting to happen. Like a lethal disease impossible to cure. They were young and free. Maybe a little too free. Looking for something. No one discovered. Looking for a reason to be discovered. Travel far away to go even further. Travel far away to take the last trip. A chilling journal says it all. All for one. Yeah and one for all. One group, One life, One generation. One group, One life, One last trip. Got a suicide bomb ticking inside their brain. Got a simple problem let’s go for the social option. Got those forced to forgive but not forget. But they had to, had to take one last trip. I heard the news today but I don’t believe in what they say. They don’t know what I know. My friends I’ll see you again. They told me that you flew away to some paradise far far away. They don’t know what I know. Until the bitter end. If I could see you now laughing at everybody’s face yeah. If I could hear you now telling jokes that cannot be erased yeah. If I could smell you now, the sweet sweet smell of accomplishment. Self content. Self contempt. Self content. Self contempt. Yeah!