The Big Spell - Audience

Crossed by your own kind

You’re lost but you don’t find

Grope through the dark blindly

Search and you hope find the

Friends that you don’t need

Their trends make your mind bleed

Their ways can’t be your ways

Their days will be short days

Life is a bad time

Using your mind wrong

Dreams are for night time

Leaving your days long

Drowned in your own Hell

You turned to the Big Spell

You found that you soon fell

And pounds in your hands welcomed

Friends that you don’t need

Their trends make your mind bleed

Their ways can’t be your ways

Their days will be short days

Life is a bad time

Using your mind wrong

Dreams are for night time

Leaving your days long