enkaospassagerare

Thought i lay down, write something to read
for someone who needs someone who bleed
just grab a pack of tobaco and some paper
so fukken high on nicotine, feel like record on taper
they want to see me fail, they wont get their chanse
cuz i will rise in pain, its just a second dance
all my lyrics in my book, you wouldnt dare but have a look
every meal the cook, with all my years the took
my imagination - with a pen
close my eyes - count to ten
feel the rush - write some then
send it away - dont know when

2007