Last Rites - Tom Robinson

Mother nature has a way of fighting resistance

Punishing me for an imperfect existence

But in reality this free society

Fears the man who seeks alliance

If I should die, it won’t solve a great deal

It won’t change the way that people feel

I wish to God that I could pray

But I feel he’s made me pay

For a life I’ve been trying to conceal

Oh I don’t really mind the pain

My strength for loneliness is getting higher

Unless it starts to rain

I’ll keep adding fuel to fire

Up till now I’ve had nothing to complain about

But now it seems that I’ve lost

More friends than I can count

Oh must I face it quite alone?

They won’t even use the phone

There can be no doubt

Oh I don’t really mind the pain

As the media feed up my fire

I don’t need their selfish gain

As I watch their readership get higher…

Man could not have been created without flaws

Sure we expected to lose a few wars

Yes I know that I’m crying

Well I’m shit scared of dying

When we ourselves opened the door

And yes I really mind the pain

My strength for loneliness is getting lower

It may never rain — for personally

The search seems to be…

Getting slower