Epitaph

Goodbye (Epílogo)

Turn around and tell me if it's ok
Look inside and tell me is it worth the price you paid?

Have we killed just for thrill?
Have we smiled just for fear?

When you see the faces pass, can't you feel the cold stained glass?

So, goodbye and so long
Goodbye, there is nothing more for us

Born inside a cold, black world of pain
It's your children go and tell them "This is where you'll play"

Have we eaten just to fill?
Have we cried but not for real?

When you see the faces pass, can't you feel the cold stained glass?

So, goodbye and so long
Goodbye, there is nothing more for us
So, goodbye
Goodbye