That’s all it is.
A game, no shame – with stakes eternal… Feed the flame.
My time is short, what fear is this?
The fool of old, perhaps, his word was gold?
And here began eternity, in fall it’s always been – summer, winter, spring and you.
Light up. You do have a choice.
Light up, light up – As if you have a choice…
What else is more beautiful, than a sky full of stars?
“Oh, from the furnace, hot as hell, and where suffering never stops!”
