it was a strange vision

those things which i live for
the lazy morning start
the long drawn out evening
the burning nostalgia

i only want a part
my own peace of mind
a corner of your heart
a piece of your mind

my bit of hell on earth
a punch to your face
a mouth full of gasoline
too much space between us

those things i will die for
a message in my soul
not a false family of fools
a black dream without a toll

fist fight dreams
a bloody smile
our struggle
was oh so sweet