Bless me with that special pain,. That makes a man feel right as rain.. My soul-a-fire, feelin' so alive in your own way.. . If you need a reason,. To get some healin'..
Soulitude. Life we talk of death. Each breath come closer to out.. Of this I'm not afraid. Though I don't know what it's all about. I don't know! I don't know....
I watch the smoke drift, from my cigarette. I hear the roaches cross the floor. Slam dance around me, in my chair I sit. The grey's leakin' through the door.