Tuesday, November 20, 2012

The Payment

There’s a wild illusion going round my head
There is no solution if you are dead
Times confusing everywhere I look
Times are hard and I’m running out of luck

They said it was easy first time they said
I cocked the trigger and put it to his head
One bright galactic red from his shoulders he was dead
I trembled waiting for the fear to pass away
Nightmares have been my life since that fateful  day

The court appearance was all too short appeal he said
I was taking methadone but inside I was dead
Sorry for taking that decision that night
I joined a gang the payment is my life

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