Condition

All the hope is gone
I've been keeping the score
As I stand here
I see nothing but tears
Beat goes on
The beat goes on
Through the fire and storms
Through the rage of the soul
It's our condition.
Clear as day the cause
Black as night the effect
There is no button to pause
Or stem the flow of regret
Years roll on
The years roll on
Like a rose embowered
By the wind deflowered.
It's our condition.
So we bury our love
To keep it safe from harm
Then we lock all the doors
That open onto our hearts
Beat goes on
The beat goes on
Through the fire and storms
Through the rage of the soul.
It's our condition.