Woods Of Ypres - Darkest Blues: Relief That Nothing Can Be Done lyrics

Shallow within the earth, buried deep beneath the snow You would remain forever young while the rest of us grow old We would act upon our guilt, a northern burial was your wish We would obey and fulfill, for your importance is strengthened by your early d**h It's the truth in true despair, deepest roots, darkest blues The belief that all is lost, and that nothing can be done Forever frozen, never to decompose, your body would be preserved While we all live, and struggle on, and inherit, the life that you deserved Your youthful looks remembered, your dignity retained While there would be no relief for us, and we'd look worse everyday It's the truth in true despair, deepest roots, darkest blues The belief that all is lost, and that nothing can be done In our minds and in our hearts, in frames, you image will hang On the walls of grieving homes and other places you would never go again Imagine the things they would say about you, as if they really knew How your d**h was premature, but your life was overdue. You have already spent your better years taking your time for granted It will be yours in the end, but at what price To have wasted, your entire life Wishing it all away...d**h is a Tease! To venture into the thought of despair and pull yourself back together again, Knowing you had once stood on the edge and almost dove in. Everything had driven me there, another lesson, best learned young: When you want it, you can't have it, when you don't want it, it's done. For all our guilt, for all our lies, for all we care, we'd gather together to say goodbye As if the dead can't see the living, they would volunteer to twist the truth For the comfort of each other and say "He was a good friend of mine." Make the choice, to stay alive! Existence is your only hope to fight! Not for the love of life or the fear of d**h, but to save the lies from the breath... ...of the ones around you, who would speak and cry, And the ones around you who would fake and lie, Who would say that they knew you and that you would be missed, As a storm of admiration buries you again.