The sun, sunken to death
No more the light enthrals me;
I search no more for a reason,
A reason to inspire me.
Been there and back,
Seen them and lived those lies,
Been low, had highs,
Smokes, grogs, cracks are no more reasons, body dies.
Sold and lost, every part of me,
even I’m no more mine;
with pen and papers, I m cold,
rubbing won’t make this black rock shine.
Everyday I’m on a search
Searching for a reason to flee;
But no more I search for a reason,
A reason to inspire me.
Been there and back,
Seen them and lived those lies;
Now I want to live a perfect death,
With few last comforting sighs.
Sold and lost, every part of me,
even I’m no more mine;
with pen and papers, I m cold,
rubbing won’t make this black rock shine.
