I sit in my restless consciousness
The walls of my head hit with a Dempsey roll
What is sleep for the dead
The dead do not sleep
Cold Feet
The lonesomeness of a bed unfulfilled
You’ll never reach the end
Rats on a wheel towards nothing
Why?
Judge to be Judge
It’s a death sentence for the lot of yah
Yellow Moon
The warmth is fake but the light is real
A mirror for material truth
The end of a rainbow is the final resting place