A minute – an hour, a second – a day
time’s no meaning and no point is at bay …
The cage that I burn in, the steel is on fire
dragons are hungry, they’re eating my flesh..
oh, they are happy, they just know to devour
those winds are of flames, they heat up the bars,
my blood is the powder that runs down the drain,
I know I can stop this …
But i can’t think of escape …
snow and ice are my sweet little dream
to be a man of power costs nothing but screams
leading to anger and shit ton of waste
no need to be sour, but I gotta say
I don’t want much and maybe never though did
cuz everything I wanted – I wanted it now…
I did what i did and here I am now
uncertain of even my own little debt
that I owe to this world to explain what is what
to make things better and never turn back