It's all on the other side of crime,
there's no rhyme...
He walks the streets from dusk till dawn
He has no friends he's all alone...
Can you save me?,
burning away to be given away to be free; before...
Attached to weights of diverse measures,
Clinging to life's enchanting pleasures...
Without foundation, we unravel like a woman...
Like a man without his whiskey...
im sitting alone
drinking the usual...
No man is an island,
Yet you can be that tree...
You walk so freely to make your art
My heart aches for something of the sort...
They say,
your words are your power...
from the throne
he sees only checkerboard tactics...
Unpolished and living
in poverty...
The other woman will always weep herself to sleep
Only to be reminded that she is nothing but cheap...