You've funked my blues And changed my greens you hold life in your hands but you change in an instant your like a boxer always with the fake Please stop and think once I cant handle this fate in an empty room Life sat on one chair surrounded by darkness it acknowledged his sun tan and in a grey mood he left his life to go sit with the death hinters different from his first breath of gloom they sounded a bell Different gone all too extreme all too brutal but it stays And tugs at your mind floats down like a zeppelin defies death like a fly stand strong and be a man this is no time to look away they come and want your soul this band of mytery sweeps it all another stab he looks at you can you see the glare in his eyes?
