Thrill Is Gone

I think of days of youth When snow would come and we would play And jump down from the roof Careless of the consequences Screaming through the night; Committing senseless, stupid crimes We're Drinking dark-red poisoned wine; Slowly Losing sense of time But as truth shines through the rotten sun We screamed with realization - THE THRILL IS GONE The thrill is gone THE THRILL IS GONE The thrill is gone HERE COMES YOUR MOTHER She steps into the church She bows down to the god she never knew or kissed or loved She prays for mercy seas to take her Far away from harm, To be cared for and be loved To cry out the names of god; And to be guided through the dark But as truth shines through the rotten sun She screams with realization - THE THRILL IS GONE The thrill is gone THE THRILL IS GONE The thrill is gone HERE COMES YOUR MOTHER I think of days of youth, endless hours, wasted time While being blind for the truth Nothing stays and nothing lasts Now we are torn apart, draw your daggers through your hearts Pull your dreams and hopes at last for the lonesome times have passed But as truth shines through the rotten sun We screamed with realization - THE THRILL IS GONE