Ill-Gotten Gains.

I'm on top of a building that might collapse into a million pieces.
I am stuck in between the living and what lies beneath.
This is to be ground zero for what's about to kick in.
This is the cemetery, and we will play the dead.
Forgiving statues for crumbling.
Forgetting love was a solid mass.
Waste not, want not, cannot stop inevitability.
We came, we saw, we fought, we lost,
We wanted nothing, and nothing came.
We all disappoint ourselves,
And that's to be expected.
Candle-lit vigils spark,
and our lost loved ones dance on and on
until they catch up with us in the end.
Forgiving statues for crumbling.
Forgetting love was a solid mass.
Waste not, want not, cannot stop inevitability.
We came we saw, we fought, we lost,
We wanted nothing, and nothing ever came.