shall I compare thee to the underground gig
which sounds so loud and the musicians are deaf to their own music
where beer though how much overpriced still bought by the foolish bratts
and the girls dancing like a bunch of horny cats
Thou are the image of long gone youth
strumming your guitar and deconstruct the past melody
tryin hard to make it yours
claiming you give it a breath of the tragedy....
while everyone else have move on and sing another song
they don't need to be reminded of the day when they were often wrong
thou are always so dark and depressing
with monotonouse mood and way of speaking
thou hide behind the image of gloom
dwelt in mystery and sorrow that consumes
every seconds in your life
and give birth to a monster that lives in your eyes....
