• Every night is my nightmare
    I fall to my grave and think

    Is this me, Is this me?
    My friends say it is no other way

    My heart is hollow
    My mind is mellow

    No poetry has to rhyme
    So my works isn't a crime

    The road ahead
    The trail ahead

    Is your grave
    It is your grave

    So why choose the wrong path
    When there is another way?