The torchlight fades
In the tunnel of your mind
It’s the way you see things
In the dawn, in the night.

Sometimes you just fake a smile
That makes a strangers day
You squeeze into the tube that is full of people
Make a journey to some unknown place

You borrow mommy’s pearls
And take pretty pictures
Some make wallpapers, some make fuck-aides
Some make the woman in the wallet that’ll stay

You read a book and write graffiti
Pass it around for people to see
Some forlorn soul, good at cracking
Will decode your number and call you someday

You talk about pain
Like you can see it
But have you ever tried unfolding memories?

Through this journey
That will last very long
May God bless you with bloody memories
That’ll see you through life.