The [bad word] year
Stole lives too young
And many more still
In the balance hung

We couldn’t breathe
Try as we might
Fragile as feedback
Hopeless as the night

But the course [bad word] The damage done
The slate wiped clean again

The [bad word] year
Tore lives apart
Its greedy fingers
Rending blameless hearts

This empty space
Where once loved dwelled
Razed to foundations
Left an empty shell

But the course [bad word] The damage done
The slate wiped clean again

The [bad word] year
Left us behind
The mangled wreckage
Of our lives entwined

We bore the scars
Mistakes we made
The walking wounded
In a grim parade

But the course [bad word] The damage done
The slate wiped clean again