Nothing is worth it indeed
My dreams go adrift
I continue to repeat that's ok
But I'm strapped for hope anyway
and more and more sick of waiting
a sop that isn't and won't thrown to me.
Let the laying low roam
It feeds my endless obsession
Sank in the moan
In a bath of depression
I'm itching to cross the streets barefoot
in a perfect day of foolish apathy.
A grey cup blooms
Grown from a dead bud
Engulfed by time waves
As the silent fall of leaves
My tower is falling down
No one is waiting me at the god home
Stiff flesh swings half-lightened
My memory will wiped off
It won't do harm
to nobody but me
Nothing is worth it indeed
My dreams went adrift
Let the wheel roll
The taunting has no end at all

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