Ebullient moments touch me like Jesus touched the blind
Curing all the sheer stupidity and dread for just a few seconds
Like it diminished forever
But once these moments are over
The morbid realization comes back into play
Now i'm in overtime and can't score a goal
What number should i roll?
These dice aren't rigged, but i still have my suspicion
What will become of me if i let this get to me?