A cue for seconds spent on earth

A clue – for what it’s worth

Though time you borrow, steal or buy

The pool of fuel runs dry



There’s no sound – just the smell of smoke

Your muse – your fuse – your own

You’ll love that scent until you choke

You’re free but feel disowned



Curse all the colours

Go white – fear blue

Kill all your scarlings

Before they kill you



A mighty fortress is your Lord

He’ll care until he won’t

And all your prayers and all your praise

Will do until they don’t



It’s the reason for every sin

The clever blew it

It’s the difference you feel within

The devil knew it



So why keep tasting

Why keep wasting

Why keep waiting – for no one



Curse all the colours

Go white – fear blue

Kill all your scarlings

Before they kill you