vegera

Twelve more hours
and it's almost dawn
My joy, my sun, my love
they're all gone
I was another soul in the field
They said I was ungrateful
and a lazy creep
'Just a bit longer and it's over'
I say mantled
I'm touching my forehead and I'm scared
cause it's scalded
Although the thernometer
doesn't speak of illness
I'm trying to sleep
but then I'm loosing my interest
I start a conversation with myself
on my pain bed
He's my evil, unjustified,
rediculous rebel
I don't trust him at all
he's a mental cancer
So I'm not in a hurry
to give him an answer

It seems like time
is fucking with me
When the weather is rainy
the clock' hands are still
Nevertheless,
when I pay to rejoyce
they run as they were
the hoofs of a horse
And I'm kneeling
with remorse drawn on my arm
I want them cut off
cause they're doing such harm
Every time the stars
meet the day's first clouds,
inside my head a strange prayer
resounds.

Oh, God, please give me a brighter day
and I'll set a fiest for you straighaway.