Another day, has gone away
Another day, has gone to waste
With all their haste
                      To love and taste
The air is filled with bitter hate

Another drink, mixes with blood
Another smoke, inhaled into lungs
With all their tongues
                           To use as guns
Their hugs are charged like firearms

Another dream, dreamt in sleep
Another dream, was felt then slipped
With swinging hips
                         To lose things for keeps
The anger is here the ripper rips.

7 Sep. 08