"It's done", I see the comets wrote,
As they fall into the seas.
Into the ocean swells and depths
Their one light slightly screams.
And they foretold a world apart
With lights and with their beams.
And no one prays; havoc is wreaked.
They're silent, so it seems.

Delusion will be my polygraph,
I don't see I crawl a crooked path,
My knees ache but I will not use that staff.
Even though I know that I'll be hurting.
Even though I know that I'll be hurting.
Yes, though I know that I'll be hurting.

- instrumental -

Between these two gates I do wait.
The laughter gate is sown,
Tear-watered by the seeds of prose
Although I have not known.
Pain edge is a ready friend
'Til one upsets the rules,
This gate of all pain that I see.
Is opened when mirth rules.

- long instrumental -

"There is hope", now the comets wrote
But it's crumbling, it seems.
It turns to dust and into death
And failings can be seen.
Emotions have been torn apart,
Reality I've seen.
There will be no applause for these,
Just silence in their dreams.

Delusion will be my polygraph
As I fall I crack a joke and laugh
I hope we make it down that broken path.
Even though I know that I'll be hurting.
Even though I know that I'll be hurting.
Yes, though I know that I'll be hurting.

[fade]