As every heart is broken,
and every man becomes a shell...

Through the dying embers
of innocent dreams...

(slow melodic, long note on last word in line)
Please grim reaper...

False alarm, or false pretense
maybe just a false tales...

I can feel Him
all around me...

As i lie here
waiting for sleep...

A wave of dream
a state in of itself...

A poem,
no a message...

Watch the scars of sins now dead
paint pretty pictures in pale skin...

Sadly i have to go
only an hour into my show...

My name is #142-76
but only to the politician...

False alarm, or false pretense
maybe just a false tale...