Bring your mind back home
And control the chaos welling inside
An empty stomach fills an empty head
A bag filled with the right tools
Brings cure to the failed system
A pain that breathes in fresh heir.
My stomach growls like the crash of empty plates
Not the soothing sound of an ATM
A war to end all wars
There is a time for everything
Sometimes, it would take a thousand centuries
Oh! “if time would be so kind and come sooner”
Time, crime and prime would surely come
Please pay pain, play pleasure patiently
Nothing lasts more than night or day
Needs will fade like an exhausted cloud.