One of Those Nights
Darker than my darkest sense of humour A frozen clock, with a compass without directions I ask myself, why I can't answer myself? I hate myself, for not being able to love myself I walk slowly, hauling a grave Of the giant that has died within me It feels like a miscarriage I convince myself, 'this is a passing phase' I won't sleep, after my dreams I shall chase I won't rest, coz if I do it will be in peace I want my freedom, topped with a cheese
One of those nights