Endless nights of playing a game Pleasurable fights, all the same Arrogant fathers sending their spies Plausible faith based on sensible lies
Tumble out of bed and greet regret Stumble outside, light a cigarette Take a drag and consider what to say Redundant motion on a recurring day
With each turn I meet a well-known face How could I not while I reside in this place It is hard to tell if I am awake. The line is dead that parted real and fake