Pre-Medicated Murder - No Use For A Name

More times than five

I’ve been right here by your side

Still Wondering… Where did you go?

Walk down the hall in a mental menacle

Don’t want to be 'round

When you take yourself out

But I have more vigor than this

Step to the plate to swing and miss

And it’s a complicated life

When «how you live, is how you die»

Looks like your soul is connected to the wall

A photgraph stands by the bed

Of better times, when we crubled with our spine

But lived the next day… and put the Malice away

That’s when I noticed the drip

Ignored the line that didn’t skip

It seemed the blue suburban sky

Turned to gray, polluted night

No more sleepless nights just for me

But as for you, a memory