Some days I want adventure some days graveyard silence.
These tools of invention are worthless in my eyes.
The world says I have to atone, but not for their lies I won't.
Bouts of boredom won't dictate mindsets anymore.
You can keep your guns, but check your bullshit a the door.
I won't stay long.
I'll follow the sun so it sets on me eternal,
and I'll drink fire 'till it sinks me down into the inferno.
Ghosts scatter from the terrace because of the plane crash
then materialize again in seconds as victims having the last laugh.
Head for the horizon with thoughts on glory, pubs full of stories
and we're staying up until pale mornings and chasing life down.
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