Living life through fire / Denying the father

Darkness fill the room

fill my heart

as I breath

I’m living life through fire

I’m in the middle of nothing

where I’m something

I’m king.

At the beginning of the century a man died

He resembled me of shadows,

of castles in the sand,

This man worked the dust

his breath smelled of alcohol

tobacco and whores.

If I could

I did play music with his bones.

He is buried in the earth.

The picture of him leaving

is buried in my soul.

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