It’s coming around again
Life through psychedelic eyes
Where everything and everyone is priced
My soul is sliced
Where truth is dealt with a dice
Gambling to see the light
Taking apart my brain
Amnesia memory
Feeling drained
Being slain from being happy again
Being forced fed
Lies and acceptance
Where freedom is left
With a bullet coming from a
Chamber of a gun
Where blood fertilizes
The soil
Let life begin to stream a new born
Shall it be deemed from the truth?
As my body is picked clean
Scattered never to be seen
You foul fiend
I yet to seize a day
That is mines
Feeling high
Just to cry
It’s so hard to die
It’s time to let myself
Be free again.