L am on the razor's edge
Trusting the undone years for a change
The feeling of pins and needles yesterday gives me
Makes me to have a pinch of salt for untold success of tomorrow
Today puts me through the mill
Because my childhood was out on a limb
Years to come turn the other check
As if cheap at the price
My present spending is taking a plunge like a gold dust to line my pocket out
How do I kick the shit of tomorrow?
When forces beyond spike their guns
A second attempt from you
Will provoke me to give you a slap on the wrist
Before I begin to kick the shit out of you
No more crying over spilt milk
Since the undone years has rewarded my childhood agony with success.
