Torture Garden
In Memory Of The Fallen
He died for youReturned from IraqAbject and brokenAddicted to smackFrom Afghan fieldsDisturbed by attackHe blew his brains outAnd faded to blackShe died for you So don't forgetUp to her neckIn bills and debtWorking three jobsTo pay the rentShe plunged from the fourth floorSmashed open her headIn memory of the fallenWho died that you might liveInvisible ink on suicide notesMarks the best advice they could give:'I'm alone and without hope Don't end up like I didConnect all of the dotsAnd make the pieces fit'Letras de cancionesHe died for youBut not in vainWanted stardomBut hated fameIsolatedAnd full of painHe jumped the gunAnd was not seen againIn memory of the fallenWho died that you might liveBetween the lines on suicide notesLays the best advice they could give:'I'm alone and without hope Don't end up like I didJoin up all of the dotsAnd make the pieces fit'"Let us have no more suicides from weariness,Which come like a final sacrifice crowning all those That have gone before. Better one last laugh, à laCravan, or one last song, à la Ravachol"In memory of the fallenWho died that you might liveScribbled on each suicide noteIs the best advice they could give:'I'm alone and without hope Don't end up like I didUnify all of the dotsAnd make the pieces fit'
From Letras Mania