Tristania

Another day
The next page
Still in daze
Still in a dream
Out of the pipe
My lust for life
Comes and goes
From above
Demanding purity
Sobriety
Cursing me like a sledge
Hammering down at me
Out of the water-pipe
I suck my lust for life
And all my floating dreams
It seems
Up on the gallery
God shouting down at me
Something I can not hear
Tears falling from the sky
Words from a lullaby
Everything beautiful dies
For now, we're hanging in