No sleep
empty stomach
face full of blue
No longer thinking
only sinking
then floating
bubbles pop
sky's will drop
the music does stop
Or does it
are we stuck
bucking from bullets that only bruse
Will we always be confused
this whole life or death thing can't be true
I don't believe you
do we live just to die
feel pain simply to cry
feel joy to mix up the rhyme
I think I'm running out of time.
