"SAY GOOD-BYE" 

Send me not unto tomorrow, 
I don't want to go, 
you offer me peace. 
but secretly slaughter, 
the illusion of my dreams, 
though ... they are yours created, 
you leave not but a portrait of the end, 
destroy the body of a world, 
destroy it's will, 
Lock it Up ... Hey it's yours, 
Do with it as you please, 
cause I don't need it, 
Say good-bye when you finally realize, 
You don't stand a chance, 
They rule..they are the end, 
Give up, give up, 
You are the living dead wooden puppets, 
They say give yourself unto us, 
and tomorrow shall be yours, 
I say ..... good bye, 
good-bye ... you'll not herd me on your path, 
For it leads not to unity among men, 
but alas , to the supremacy of your ego, 
Floating .... Lost ...helpless, 
Wounded within the enigma that is my mind, 
No more color, 
No more time, 
Weapons in the shape of mirror images, 
Death without any gods. 

© Thomas Lloyd ... 1999