Insomnia is the bite,
sour grey eyes,
sweat in bed 'n' cold vibes.
A demon is loose
i don't know, who?
I guess
i just left my job undone...
Death, suffering is all around 'n' beyond,
with no fault, no cause...
Today, ages ago, crying on my way
i said this hell, hey!
As a child i used to fight,
a hero will make i,
slaying the demon, salvaging some pride.
Nothing has come true,
I've turned twenty odd,
yet so f-dumb...
as i celebrate the day, my birthday, eh!
without a care for the less dear...
I've forgotten the chance, the dice
no longer care,"'I'm the favoured child".
Its just not my fight, not in my might;
but i lie,
am sorry for those,
who ain't phony,
ain't the favoured child!
I've got to do something.
My life has been so mean,
can i, will i paint a silver line?
Sand is slipping away
the fist is clinching by the day...
Oh! I've to, I want to... yeah
Oh! I've to, I want to... yeah
yeah! yeah! yeah!
Oh!Oh!Oh!
Nah! Here i go, all dreams,
a plunge into sleep,
the dark so bold,
the night so cold.
The favoured child has one more day to mourn....
The favoured child,The favoured child,
it is so cold...
