within the world without

baby girl flies off the windshield
that might has left her mind
young mommy runs in the chasm
pieces are all she finds
lifeless in her bleeding arms now
the people don't ask her why
all the years of wanting this
for some reason makes her cry
what's the use?

fleeing savagely on the cold street
the policemen gather round
eardrums rattling off an old tune
brooding eerie sound
ejects the door on to crowd
the old man loses sight
of every gesture human hatred
blinds him, this dark black light
what's the use?

come further now, this man is waiting
he won't leave you behind
you've waited so long to leave this world
just pissed out all that time
a girl once told me of her secrets
it once had made me cry
but the blood on the windshield looks enticing
i think i'll give it a try
what's the use?

there is no more life in this girl
there is only joy left in this world
there is more life in this world
there is no more joy left in this girl
what's the use?

-winston campbell-