8 Rounds

Fifth round of Johnny Walker
Knocked me down to the ground
I can feel it slipping down my guts
But I couldn't tell a word about it

Physically here, mentally somewhere else
Everything around me, doesn't make any sense
And I've already won my battle with fear
But here comes another one
Another round of lies and temptations
Deceiving my mind

Ma, I never felt, it never was my time
My minute of truth
My sparkling moment to shine
And I'm waiting
And I'll keep waiting for one to be mine
You may buy the next one, let the story unwind

I tripped, tripped over myself
I was tricked, tricked by myself
Ma when I grasped the light they said I went too far
And all that's left is an organ that's torn apart
Ma I revealed my nature got treated like a beast
A weird creature
So welcome you all in this asylum of mine,
Where the Peter's the hook and the butterfly's flying

Ma, I never felt, it never was my time
My minute of truth
My sparkling moment to shine
And I'm waiting
And I'll keep waiting for one to be mine
No need to elaborate
It's almost too late, almost too late

No need to elaborate
Death will pay for the eight



Credits
Writer(s): Fire In Cairo
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