Cars are flying by,
and the sky is endless grey,
the Church is cold and I pray
to no one but my pain.

Life’s fair, they say,
those idiots with crowns
of poisoned wisdom.
Look me in the eye –
can’t you see for a second?

Nothing’s designed to be fair,
but it’s beautiful and tragic
and we often find the greatest joy
in the ruins of our lives

And pain helps, it never lies.
Can’t you see through the blur,
there behind the grey horizon?
I know it’s hard, I know it hurts.

But keep on looking
and you’ll see
that grey is not grey
and pain doesn’t hurt.

Cars are flying by…

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