Scratchcards & Losses

Counting down the dwindling moments
Peace awaits at the end of the road
It's all I can think of
What I dream of, even awake
It's taken complete hold with its charm

breathe in
Like gypsies dancing around an open flame
count
Like if looks could kill and you could aim
count
Like the moonlight in its prime
pause
Like a lady who's not mine
breathe out

Corruption everywhere
All over inside covering smothering
All of it everything
Nothing is pure
Why must this be

What is this Who am I What is the point of this
Crazy fucked up day-to-day bullshit That we call a life
Causing pain and misery Spreading like a virus
Until nothing's left

Like gypsies dying around an open flame
Like if looks could kill and you took aim
Like the moonlight past its prime
Like a lady dressed and dying

Breathe in
Count
Count
Pause
Breathe out
I want it Need it now
There will be peace