Third step to Madness.
Arms caught in the door,
Fingers stuck in the floor,
“I’m homeless and it’s war!”
We didn’t get old with the band of gold,
Not to the end, my first friend.
Turtle dove, My first love
Military Hardship, my correction,
You left too soon.
I wanted to see you in a state of grace,
Three boys standing at the altered place.
Loving and bowing.
But you left too soon!
Me to, Soon.
Timor Mortis Conturbat Me.