Pinstripes of Destiny
Jerking off into oblivion
onto the ever enthraling, dark
Celestial Pin-Up of Night
That Covers this City like
A Shroud doth the deceased.
Out of night and into mourning
Runs the burning desire to
Comunicate life to those who
are
But are not alive after all.
A wake-up-call, to wake those walking
The empty boulevards at night, alone
Those who are on their way,
Walking astray without knowledge of...
Please don't let this pass me by
These drunken days full of joy,
Pain and agony shining like
The northstar of love and war
Oe'r the desolate Broadways of desperation town.
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