"Head burning drunk
I don't need none
That's right man, I'm fine
But what I've got to know
Is have I wasted time?
My eyes are blind
To almost everything you see.
And I'm drowning through sorrow
- You recognize me -
Be me for a change
Under the silk
In a box of pine
And that's dying -
Is it worth it to be revived..?"
The very definition of Moribund, looks to be forgotten
Be-spiderwebbed and dust covered.
Ravines in the conscious mean more than the day
Is alive.
So once again, the path of the fingers pluck and peck
Sitting close to the heated screen and
It is revived.
Once Moribund
Now humming a tune
In its classic form and ridden as it once was
Asphalt Justice
For a once forgotten machine...
The notes from above ground will roll on
