The broken tape cassette
playing jazz to the beep on loop
running around the roulette
my soul  hanging around by a single droop

My soul won't let me give up
my mind will continue to deceive
love, I ruin, I wreak
till there's nothing to receive
water's reached my neck.

In the deep waters of solitude
I'm wet, oh I fret!
absolution I don't deserve
the time would linger
It's the nature of the sentence I serve.

To my bewilderment,
there's nothing too clear!
An ambiguous state
result of errors since antiquity.

The man can't speak anymore
for he has got
nothing to say
nobody to pray
down, down he lay