I smoke no cigar, I hold no glass
A loser’s mumble— not even a cry
The music of sin, the rhythm of loss
All my midnight companions alive
The barren womb, the shadowed eyes
A sleepless soul its cravings aflame
The magic of the kaleidoscope begins
Dance your colour till dawn anew
Rays of solitude, blanketed fears
Streak my dreams before they begin
Paint me no more, let it be
Hush the night, that will do!
