So it is said, so it shall be,

Ah, inevitability.

The sweetest thing I'll ever see

spending my days in glad ennui.

I cannot show how weak I stand,

I cannot leave this post unmanned,

We mustn't fret, we mustn't fret,

We have stolen all we can't get.

We cannot lie, we cannot lie,

All men in time, destined to die.

So it is said, so it shall be,

Ah, inevitability.

The angels doth look 'pon his soul,

and see that it has become cold;

'Pon his face, pale as winter's night

such beauty and yet without life.

His sorrow as he sings "Shalom",

and knows he can never go home.

The word that he sings is too false,

peace of soul and mind has a cost.

His comfort now is and shall be

sweet inevitability.