Do you
hope to die?
Why would you?
Just tell me, tell me why
But I know you won't
Isn't it
just stupid?
The way you meander on
So old and decrepit
Don't you have any
New tricks?
Cross my
heart
With this razor sharp edge
A throwing dart
But my aim's not good
Or is it
a blunt needle
That traces the line?
How can I tell at all?
Because it won't shine
And then
I see it
with my wandering eye,
The fire has been lit
And none of them will die.
