[Bm, some kinda F, C, G with flavor]
Crash, splash, throw a big ol’ bash, for we are the last that are left behind
I wish we knew control, when it came to moral code, but we were a mold, for what it takes to fly
Know as we ache, and many contemplate, they know it is to late, to take back the hand of time
Crash, splash, throw a big ol’ bash, for we are the last that are left behind
Nothing new to say, could we agree anyway, I think it is time to stay, within spheres which we have control
How does one know, when one is old, if they were the bold, who acted out and left all behind
Apologetic of aftermath, I never knew the math, nor did I know the story of the butterfly
Crash, splash, throw a big ol’ bash, for we are the last that are left behind
We all die any way, no ticket to go to space, it is time to find our place, and meditate in unison to find
Crash, splash, the last touchdown before the last takeoff they are off, and some will be left behind
Mediate peaceful minds, it is the story of time, strength comes from those left behind, so please show dignity
Please, please, teach me to be…
Ok, as I’m left behind
MindWorld 