Wandering around to the sound of
bullets that put me in the ground of
obscurity

Man, just obscurity

Situations elevate a twist of debate
where fate is just some mistress thats late
for a dinner thats left its plate
but knives and forks please

Be civilised. You animals have no taste.

Dancing to the pound of
drums that scare the dove
so in this confusion where can I find love?

In a bed with an invisible pillow

Hey, I'm coming home