Tumble

"Tumble"

It's the world that can not last,
Once these faithless days have past.
For our faiths are placed in motions,
In powders, words and potions.
When these fall through as well,
Will we fall straight down to Hell?
Our souls are bent, they've conformed
To this society of hate, transformed.
So we struggle for the deeper meaning,
When suddenly the wall on which we're leaning

Just crumbles,

and we tumble

down.

We tumble down.

Cause it wasn't a wall
No, it turns out, it wasn't a wall at all.