In Her Bright Lit Universe
Here he comes here he comes with the same old song
You'd think someday he'd learn
That you're in a bright-lit universe
While his world never turns
He can bang his head he can shed his blood
But the deaf ear will not hear
On the cold plain of reality
In a hundred-thousand years
Though the gods may weep when he strums the tune
It's a fruitless nowhere gig
Just a myth in immortality
And a grave he chose to dig
You'd think someday he'd learn
That you're in a bright-lit universe
While his world never turns
He can bang his head he can shed his blood
But the deaf ear will not hear
On the cold plain of reality
In a hundred-thousand years
Though the gods may weep when he strums the tune
It's a fruitless nowhere gig
Just a myth in immortality
And a grave he chose to dig
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Writer(s): Larry Cataldo
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