Don McLean - Aftermath Lyrics
Windows in a silent room , sunlight burns the walls to blackAngles and dimensions melt while colors drip and pillows crackReflections of my memories like pictures pasted on a sheetThe ribbon film of separate frames lying curled up at my feetThe film is just a snake design and the photographs are fading fastThese are not memories of mine I have no future, no pastI've seen a thousand afternoons dissolve into the nightLike sugar crystals on a spoon they disappear from sightGray days from the crispest morning to the warmest afternoon in this roomAnd I like to draw the face I saw so long agoMy image in the mirror tells the jagged lines which way to goThe black and white description of the sole survivor of the HolocaustAll the rest were lostDo you see this paper face? It has no color or no moodMy eyes are ageless, as am I. I need no sleep, I need no foodI am a king, but like a child the other children laugh at meTongues of fire, wagging wild they dance around me merrilyI'll kill them all and if I fail I'll kill whoever I can findThen they'll beg me to be kindMy eyes have seen far more than eyes can ever tellThis planet plunged through mushroom fires of earthly hellI know that my sweet Jesus said that he'd returnBut Babylon has fallen and the cities burn
