The broken tape cassette
playing jazz to the beep on loop
running around the roulette
my soul hanging around by a single droop
My soul won't let me give up
my mind will continue to deceive
love, I ruin, I wreak
till there's nothing to receive
water's reached my neck.
In the deep waters of solitude
I'm wet, oh I fret!
absolution I don't deserve
the time would linger
It's the nature of the sentence I serve.
To my bewilderment,
there's nothing too clear!
An ambiguous state
result of errors since antiquity.
The man can't speak anymore
for he has got
nothing to say
nobody to pray
down, down he lay
Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 12:27 PM UTC
The broken tape cassette
playing jazz to the beep on loop
running around the roulette
my soul hanging around by a single droop
My soul won't let me give up
my mind will continue to deceive
love, I ruin, I wreak
till there's nothing to receive
water's reached my neck.
In the deep waters of solitude
I'm wet, oh I fret!
absolution I don't deserve
the time would linger
It's the nature of the sentence I serve.
To my bewilderment,
there's nothing too clear!
An ambiguous state
result of errors since antiquity.
The man can't speak anymore
for he has got
nothing to say
nobody to pray
down, down he lay