We're all accidents.

 In the end it really doesn't matter 

We're only here a short time

One summer's day 

We will flutter away 

Where we go nobody really knows 

Everyone gets sick of guessing 

While we are here 

It seems pretty clear 

Each of us arrived 

From out of a mother 

Each of us

Surprised and hungry 

Maybe babies are angry 

After their claustraphobic journey 

Where we are born 

And too which family

Biology and geography 

Haphazard lives that lead 

The way our culture's guide us 

Instructed to take heed 

Maybe we are all too

Easily lead

The years on earth 

When we are breathing and moving 

Eating, drinking 

Using our eyes 

To see what is there 

Be you on top of a mountain 

Or hiding beneath a squeaky wooden stair

Scared to exhale 

In case they hear you

Gripped by real fear 

Not the terror produced for entertainment

That in Time 

Can make violence seem tamer 

To you the seasoned viewer 

We get used too what we get used too 

 One man's pain is the reprobates pleasure 

I hope I never know the pressure 

Some succumb 

too, way too often 

I might get sad sometimes 

It's hard 

But it's not as bad as potentially dying 

As a result of the plans of those confused 

About 

A story they've been told 

At least we 

Might have the chance 

To die one day 

When we're old. 

AGL

AHL

 

When we get older 

Life changes forever 

Family life 

Now you're a father 

Stuck in our ways 

Always feeling tired 

Hoping to at least inspire 

A semblance of decency Bourne of generational 

It should be part of the plan 

To protect those lives held by other men

And women 

Who knew not their mothers care 

No networks close 

Dinner was toast 

Holes in her clothes 

Esteem like vapour dissipates 

If you leave the window open 

He'll get cold 

They're frozen 

Breaking out 

Only from the womb.

AGL