May be I haven’t seen much
But life is too precious for wasting in rush.
So I’ll take it slow and easy
‘til the clock of my universe ticks again,
Letting the hatred sink in.
My times would rule and that’s when the game begins
The veins would pulsate again
With the black beating of the young heart
On the verge of another start
Trying to figure out
Which one to destroy first
And which one to exempt.
Never caring, never compromising
Or loving and losing
Beneath the stars,
I would die, smiling at the retards.
