מילים ושירה: ראם בן שמחון
לחן ודברים אחרים: דני בליך

we were the earth and every rock
fate was the handle on a slot machine
with the understanding came the shock
the sound of coins pouring in
sure cut the air thin
last hit on the nail
a sip of the grail
the prince is alive
and he will prevail
hoping for a small relief
a way to escape these storms of grief
and the windy hush of a clinging leaf
my life long farce
my chain of scars
hit where it hurts
my sunset on mars
with that year's month of may
every street corner came to life
the folk dwelling would say
it's not the twist of wit
it's the prick of the knife
and now that it's cold
and the news getting old
the prince gave his place
to the soldier of gold
in the run of slash throat time
in the dissolving of filth and grime
i hear you crying in a rhyme
you should have known
the game was thrown
couldn't give up
my heart of stone
when you heat the core
you even the score
so don't be surprised
at the mistress of war