My future lies within the seekin’ glass
the peekin’ glass
The glass that becomes my life
and death

Stare as the smoke swirl to my delight
it’s now daylight
and as the smoke begins to dwindle I
couldn’t hate it more

All alone now in my despair – gray,
stale foggy air
And dreams are my reality -or
was it the other way around

Cry into my soft bed - relax a
weary head
With thoughts of life and death
as I pray for either or

 
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