Lletres: American Steel. Rogue's March. Parting Glass.

Times like these are fleeting at best
to hell with the rest
trust is like suicide
what I mean to say is you don't have a choice either way some things were said but that's okay they needed said anyway let's forgive and forget I don't know how far the apple fell and through angry lenses it's hard to tell but I'll be seeing you in hell
Fill up the parting glass
up off your ass it's time
to make what we have last goodnight I love you still
Turn out the lights the party is over
if you sleep
Sweet dreams
Drink all night and sleep all day and i wake up just in time to work away - I'm out the fucking door - and I'm out of mind love and sacrifice aren't the meaning of life just a way don't you see that yet? like you and me hand in hand and so far apart my heads impaled on X-mas ale and shadows from the past warm thoughts full up cold hearts like coats coming off at X-mas mass
Fill up the parting glass up off your ass
it's time to make what we have last
Good night I love you still
turn off the lights the party's over