Red in my hand
Red of my own
Head in the drain
Head in the vain
Plastic bag on my head
Standing on the edge
It's not new to me
But still, it feels the same
Will I be able to stand again
My wings are what on the ground remains
My thoughts ate me up alive
If I could it's the death I'd bribe
Enjoy the show cause it's all live
Gave it a last chance
Dancing to life's rhythm
Expected it to be da-da-dee-dee-dum
But it turned out to howling silence pilgrim
Used to lock my self up alone
Now standing in between the million same feeling clone
No need to be alone
Cause it's my mind that's alone
Call me up, I'll never answer the phone
And all this **** penetrated through my bone
My life's no ****** toons
There are many missing moons
One day I'll be one of them
And that day will come soon.