Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Red hotel




I was wasting my time
gleaming in the piss light
Somedays I can't believe I made it out of my red hotel
I thought had to live with the lion
I thought I had to if i were to live
but one day I asked myself
What's the point?
If everything you love makes you sick
What's the point?
We had no noble battles worth fighting for
So we turned against ourselves and try to bully out the nobility
What use are 2 battle ships
if were both lost at sea?
When will the dogfight turn against us?
The dollars laying in the dust wont strengthen us
I was afraid it would kill me
So afraid I stayed drunk for 18 months
never leaving my red hotel
What's the point?
If all you love makes you sick?
What's the point?
When I checked out of my red hotel
I walked out on my own two feet
walking through the lobby
not looking to either side of me
Is was all I could do
to save me

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