Visions on A Mud Ball. Damn Death

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Damn Death!

Down down there it is again
Peeking through the Keyhole

Whispering Sweet Nothing
In a dead man's ear

It waits like a bartender at last call
One last round
One last regret
One last dance with the dark
You don't get
To Forget

Damn -

I left the lights on
But the bulbs keep burning out
Time's a thief in a cheap suit
Smoking till the flame goes out
It's a landlord with no mercy
Eviction notice signed in bone
You pay your dues
You pack your bags
But the road is yours alone

Damn -

I left the lights on
But the bulbs keep burning out
Time's a thief in a cheap suit
Smoking till the flame goes out

They say death is a train
But no one knows the time
Some run to it
some run from it
But it never runs behind
On last Smoke
One Last Dance
One Last Bet on circumstance

Damn -

I left the lights on
But I won't need them now
Smoking till the flame goes out
They say death is a train
But no one knows the time
Some run to it
Some run from it
Everyone will catch it
It’s always
Right on Time

One Last Drink
One Last Dance
On last Bet on Circumstance
With the thief
In his cheap suit
Smoking sweet nothings
As the train leaves
In flames

Damn -
I left the lights on
But I won't need them now.

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