54. For You

The foundations of St Petersbourg
Are a trivial costume scene.
(Played out by paupers)
I laugh in the face of your
History - so disinteresting.
(My sister's my lover)
I dine upon the sculpture of the truth
And yet I laze upon my
Morals and waning youth.
Black lace and tie.
It's near time...

It's a time to say goodbye (so sad)
Please don't ask to push back
The shadowed hands of time.
The future is here at last
And our regime has simply.
Faded away and died.

The road to Rouen is dismantled
rotted and decayed
(Frayed at the seams)
The soldiers of peace; on a mantle
Above an antiquated fire place.
(Unpleasant dreams)
And yet we believe that the world
Can turn and live, developing
Like a youthful child.
All I can do is sing this hoax
And pre warn you of the void.

It's a time to say goodbye (so sad)
Please don't ask to push back
The shadowed hands of time.
The future is here at last
And our regime has simply.
Faded away and died.

And yet the tears roll down your face
While stuck in such a thankless place
Your body is frail and yet your
Food is stale, they can't cook for you,
So I'll just lose all common mood
Sit down next to the bed,
Whilst things are running
Through my withered aged (So aged)
Confused, scared, fragile head.

I know that sooner or later...
You will be gone from this coil.
There was a time when we were together.
Now all we can do is toil.

For you.