Pyogenesis

Time is running – my mind is changing
There's a difference hanging right over me
When in hopeless trying – senseless crying
Sickness buying and in lifeless dying
In a cave of pleasure – a heart of treasure
Where my love is coming right all over me
I was used to be a – handsome ligger
Dirty beggar – until
And every single day
Yearning for the day of my forgiveness
Starving like a flower for the sun
Lay down in the summerfield of life
I'm trapped like a sigh in my soul