Backtrack twenty years and lose my name
A cigarette resting here ashes straight
No smoke hits my lips
No, my hand drifts in wisps
In vain

One drag buries what were thoughts
One crown and coke on the rocks
No use to think back
One mere note ignites the past
And stains

Ceiling fades to a nearly pitch black shade
Hallucinate by ******* your own eyes shut
Permeate the blood from the gunshot stain
Sleep, sleep, the night has come