I am sitting here
Drinking "stone sour"
Watching the city
Choke at rush hour.
All my attention
I pay to the street
No need to mention
How I'm sick of it.
The people around
Are tools of the system
To which I am bound.
One person-one item.
The problem's inside
It burns down my brain
I'm trying to hide
From non-stopping train.
My life is now ruined
And I am to blame
My fate was in my hands
I played with the flame.
Burned everything 'round
Turned my world to ashes
Myself, i am burned.
Or, no, am I drowned?
I now realise
My battle is lost
And I am dead
I am just a ghost.
But where am I now?
Is it heaven or hell?
I think I will never
Be able to tell.

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