I´m running out of energy
I´m running out of time
I´m running out of thilthy thoughs
I´m running out of slime
Here in this pit a lot of grid
With pearls a swine will shine
It´s like a bum that beats a drum
It´s not even worth a dime
The night is black empty my head
My blood thick and red
My soul is dry I never Cry
Can´t fall asleep in bed
Nothing to do nothing to brew
A lot of shit in mind
No crack to view I can´t get through
I´m not that lucky kind
I´m running out of mindfulness
I´m running out of Zen
I´m running out of beer and wine
It´s Sunday 10 P.M.
