Night
Life's too short to be so long,
Us too weak to be so strong.
The earth, too right to be so wrong;
This, my qualm, will break the dawn
Beneath the furnace lies a chill
Where bodies weaken, minds grow ill
Another place where all is still
Yet just a bottle filled with pills.
One for happy, one for sad
One for anxious, one for mad
An herb to light to make me eat;
A pill to take for wake and sleep.
The bottle empties rather quick,
And soon enough i feel how sick
That I've become, and all along
This bottle comes to be the qualm.
But i won't die before i wake.
My lord, i pray, my soul can take
Anything that comes along;
I'll be fine, no nothings wrong.
Not until the dusk turns dawn.
Not until my rights turn wrong.
Until revealed the weak from strong,
I never knew it'd take this long.
This, my qualm, i sing along
Inside my head from dusk till' dawn.
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