Colored minutes reflect what's left of life,
retracing each step with such little strife;
burning bush of my salvation - burn on, burn on.
And, how often is the temple empty,
leaving time for just you and me .
How long shall I await your heart?
Oh, dignity has torn us apart.
Pride and laughter shall never mix,
just as cocaine and I; my only fix.
It's all I have left in this barren world,
that yields my sins from my LORD.
Demon's await the perfect time,
dreading each prayer of mine -
such irony it is that I have no religion,
so it's all the same, my dear,
when they take ahold of me.
