I am sitting tired, crashed & sad,
The Art of Poetry is dead.
The Muses & Satyrs all have gone.
It makes me sick, but nothing can be done,
There is nothing new under the sun!
The voices in my brain keep on turning me down.
But in my mind there is another voice
That hasn't left me any choice.

I just want you to be born again,
I just want you to be born again!
No matter what you've done, or what you stand for
I just want you to be born again.

I feel the winter in my heart,
I've realized, my emptiness
Took all the flowers, birds and butterflies
And brought the spiders, lizards, snakes instead.
Right now they are coming to eat my bread,
That I've baked!

The youth is fading very fast.
The days of life all turned to dust.
But I still have love & bleeding heart,
I thought the cure is around the corner
But it's not.

Redemption is coming by the grace
To take the sins you've got to taste.
But I am still tired, crashed & sad,
The Art of Poetry is dead.