got a pen between my fingers
ready to spread some ink
but nothing happens
just the silence
of my thoughts
ending in nothingness
and the paper stays clean
as bleached as it came
from the store
what do you want to tell ya
if you don`t know what`s cookin`
better take a look into these pots of mine
or, at least bother to smell the fumes
`couse, somethin`s gettin` ready
to explode
your will
is my way
and, hey
untill time
catches up with us
we`ll be
together apart
a pool of darkness
fills the room
every time
I think of you
and that`s why
this`ll always be
together, till death make us art
love is not a game
but I have no intentions of losing
there is no god
there is no satan
in the end
it`ll be
just you and I
together apart
a pool of darkness
a pool of darkness
fills the room
every time
I think of you
and that`s why
this`ll always be
together, till death make us art
together, till death make us art
together apart
a pool of darkness
a pool of darkness
fills the room
every time
I think of you
and that`s why
this`ll always be
together, till death make us art
together, till death make us art
-In memory of Steve Lee
