My Victim - Lights

Die, from the day we're born
till the time we fly through the great big mystery

Love gets lost and torn from our bleeding hands
left to drown in misery
Hate is a known escape, a shifting shape,
a self-destructive plea

Wise are the ones who know that before we go
we control our destiny

One act to end this play, and then the lights go down
Hope that you had a hell of a time, and then the lights go down

Time makes not a sound, the days, unwound,
as the minutes now decay
Life is forever cast into memories past
that in time will fade away
Souls grasping for control, a simple taste
of the joys of living free
Wise are the ones who know that before we go
we control our destiny

One act to end this play, and then the lights go down
Hope that you had a hell of a time, and then the lights go down

One act to end this play, and then the lights go down
Hope that you had a hell of a time, and then the lights go down
No one is here to stay, and then the lights go down
Hope that you've had a hell of a time