Sad

Using sense of sight wallowing in food smell
Now I own your voice things are gonna go well
Never make ammends with the shit in your nails
Grief is in the air and now your soul is for sale

You got her hint from middleone
She's pitying you up, you lost count
Just listen for once and get up, lad
Till now you've stood up being sad

There's something much worse between day and night
When sad people sleep dreaming gray and unbright
You ain't dying, but maybe you have lived better times
Thank her 'cause from sadness you'll take your best rhyme

Happiness ain't down the bottle
But in the guy bringing another
You're not as good as her preacher
Hand in hand with you inner creature

Now stars float lonely in the void's gravity
Motionless they burn and melt their whole reality
Doing the best thing's always never orthodox
Whatever it is, it is clearly always wrong

Take a jiffy to gag your anger
Do whatever, you're a goner
Mr. Christ is dead but he's not over
Now burst in crap supernova

Now the speechless air is deafing you
You polish your phonetic
While the upstairs are unbreathing you
You don't give a shit

Madlame