The Fall

The jig is up, day is lost No recovery at any cost Does it seem now We've lost our way somehow? Picked the wrong door now? Seated high above the crowd Slipping off her silken shroud to reveal Her lips are still sealed Is this what is real? Or just how she feels? Standing again and again For the pride before the- (fall...) Falling like dominoes For everything that we're shown That affirms us Even if it turns us Against what don't concern us Greasy palms and sodden shoes Dirty bombs and filthy news, all written In the blood of the smitten Is there something I'm missing? Too hapless to fit in Standing again and again For the pride before the fall Wasn't worth it at all I feel so small The fall Wasn't worth it at all Makes me feel so small