Death Of World Class

Death Of World Class - This Is Hell

How many times can we face tragedy

I'm running out of strength

But they all turn to me to tow the line

But now I realize that every triumph is short lived

We're being haunted by too many ghosts

Time to move on slam the door closed

How can things get any worse

I won't accept that it's a curse

It was a legacy we thought would last

Now we mourn the death of world class

With an epitaph etched in stone

Comes the realization I'm all alone

The dream became a nightmare

And one by one we were all sucked in

Black cloud of death looms above me

And I question again and again

How many times can we face tragedy

I'm running out of strength

But they all turn to me to tow the line

But now I realize that every triumph is short lived