Let go
It doesn't mean
much anyway

you're fighting a fight
that doesn't bleed and
**** it doesn't decay

the fight's always there
it's what it means to
be a human or at least

that's what I've heard them
say, so dream deep
of days past tomorrow

and maybe one day
you'll weep because you
know, you're here to stay

even after death
the dark
the long delay

even after light
heaven; the good words
make you want to stay