Sort of a song I suppose, just started writing randomly.
We sat nervously,
With a Christmas tree ambience barely illuminating our faces,
The silence was deafening,
The ever moving buzz of the city was the only change
Around our consistency.
We are Gods,
We are almighty,
We were Gods,
We were almighty.
But in that solemn glow we fell off of our pedestals
And barrelled towards the ground, the ultimate comedown.
And that experience wasn't cheap,
But it was short, oh yeah.
That experience wasn't cheap,
But it was short, oh yeah.
And that experience was short,
But it wasn't cheap.
Oh yeah...well here we go again.
