One day the truth will be told,
In the blood ally,
As it always has been,
Where day and night will have no friend.
To the end they sing,
That death is just the thing,
To push two love birds into the nest,
To give love its very last breath.

For commitment is just the thing,
That despite the words we say,
Love will rue the day we meet.
For fear was in the mind
And love on the fly,
To catch the nearest eye
For soon we will all die.

So admit the love you have,
For the time we have is short,
Is it true or is it false?
To say it on the tip of the tongue,
Its like a yip, or a yell.
Come out, in full force,
And say today, that all I fear for:
Love, life and misery have come true.