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Lyrics:

I think of days of youth
When snow would come and we would play
And jump down from the roof
Careless of the consequences
Screaming through the night; Committing senseless, stupid crimes
We’re Drinking dark-red poisoned wine; Slowly Losing sense of time
But as truth shines through the rotten sun
We screamed with realization - THE THRILL IS GONE

HERE COMES YOUR MOTHER

She steps into the church,
She bows down to the god she never knew or kissed or loved.
She prays for mercy seas to take her
Far away from harm, To be cared for and be loved
To cry out the names of god; And to be guided through the dark
But as truth shines through the rotten sun
She screams with realization - THE THRILL IS GONE

HERE COMES YOUR MOTHER

I think of days of youth, endless hours, wasted time
While being blind for the truth
Nothing lasts and nothing stays
Now we are torn apart, draw your daggers through your hearts
Pull your dreams and hopes at last for the lonesome times have passed
But as truth shines through the rotten sun
We screamed with realization - THE THRILL IS GONE