Ta-bles Have Turned No-thing Is Learned It's A Re-al Tra-ge-dy Love Wast-ed Up From The Floor Spi-rit Once More A Fi-nal Learn-ing Pro-cess Fall-ing Down You Might Scream You Might Shake Could Be A Lone-ly Mis-take And It's True We Are Through This Is The Last Stop For Hea-ven Or Hell How Can We Tell A Re-al Dead Col-lec-tive Lost Per-spec-tive No-thing Is Real No-thing To Feel And When The Pain Con-sumed You Death Pro-tects You Down Here
