Monday

Roll out the Red Carpet

Been written off for dead and gone now,
Turned your back and drift away.
You pave this path your on with sorrow,
Roam this road with one foot in the grave.

You gotta roll out the red carpet
Theres a dead man coming on in
You gotta roll out the red carpet
You gotta roll out the red carpet
An empty soul and a bottle of gin
You gotta roll out the red carpet

Your demise is intoxicating.
All your troubles will soon be history.
The undertakers they stand waiting,
This was the life you chose to lead.

Your final days are upon you.
And you soon will be buried deep.
You rambled this world as a stranger,
Of you nobody has no memory.

The Generatore "Roll out the Red Carpet"
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No One Needs to Know

Feels like I'm falling,
Off the beaten path,
Off the railroad tracks.
Spiraling out of control.
Truth be told, no one needs to know.

Unless you're sure,
You should never tell a soul.

Helical & misleading,
The thoughts grow old.
On a cold dark night,
The breezes scold.

Deeper & further,
Despite despair.
We begin mending,
And commence repair.

Let it wear,
Take a hold.
Never be undersold.