All the sad songs just keep playing,

And I can't keep on swaying.

That world is falling to hell

And the mind isn't all that well.

All the sad songs keep on playing,

Because there is one small truth that they're saying;

There's no true happiness

Just mutal sadness.

All the sad songs aren't playing,

And no one seems to be paying.

They have run out of steam,

To manipulate and make us dream.

All the sad songs can't keep playing,

It seems there's only one staying,

And only one isn't the best at know

When it comes to start going.

All the sad songs stopped playing.

There's no room for praying,

Because the once god is gone,

Along with the hopeful dawn.