A cue for seconds spent on Earth
A clue - for what it´s worth
Though time you borrow, steal or buy
The pool of fuel runs dry

There´s no sound - just the smell of smoke
Your muse - your fuse - your own
You´ll love that scent until you choke
You´re free but feel disowned

Curse all the colours
Go white - fear blue
Kill all your scarlings
Before they kill you

A mighty fortress is your lord
He´ll care until he won´t
And all your prayers and all your praise
Will do until they don´t

It´s the reason for every sin
The clever blew it
It´s the difference you feel within
The devil knew it

So why keep tasting
Why keep wasting
Why keep waiting - for no one