Ahkok: 01 Jan

firework sparks
flashes like God's paparazzi taking stills of my sin
deceiving looking-glass
pathetic little view thru the window name Bill
and I've waste another year with you, you, you
keep your promises and I'll try not to fall asleep
here's my silver spoon now give me your pipe
tell me the voodoo man's words will come true, true, true
machine calls, we're merely screws
in this dead city, we shall fall
let's fall
let's fall
let's fall
fall below this dead city
and we shall witness some
that's where all souls belongs