There are no more point blank murders anymore
Everyone thinks they are a sharp shooter
assassins trying to escape the trouble of their actions
A shard of metal ricochets from the crash slicing their futures to pieces
Evidence only in forgetful minds
Curiosity of a madman’s diary
A script which foretells a hopeless future
Which temptation will kill me first
The sun blinds more than one man’s eyes
Predictions change with every moment
Two-second demo version of a much fuller life
I hope it isn’t this way at the end
Someone steals my prayers during the day
Someone working from the inside puts them back during the night
Accept everyone’s insanity for what it is
A poker game with two many wild cards
Suspect truth itself and call it a liar
Portfolio of reality, bloody pictures with few words
He is not crazy, he is not crazy, he is not crazy,
He is not crazy, ok he is somewhat disturbed
Touched her body a thousand times but could never reach her soul
Horribly disturbing our minds with thoughts of events beyond our understanding
Ink can be so permanent on the mind
An unopened rose hides its beauty