Wandering

Tequila dawn and solitary beer

In an orgy of forbidden dreams

Lead to cemetery sadness as

Bells toll for the Angelus;

We who try, and in our youth we

Tried a thousand times, to trek

To the utopia of our summer

Still we fail to sing hallelujahs;

The lighthouse's light gets fainter

And fainter like tears of sweat

Crawling into an empty bottle

Lying in a gutter that cuts our guts;

We keep on asking, wondering

Who cares, as we cared a million times

About reality; we crave for illusions

To illumine our existence

In this universe of bloodshot eyes,

Empty hearts, blazing hate,

Feigned love, desperate greed

That fill the abyss of our emptiness;

When will this end

We wonder, yes, we wondered

Countless times, when this wandering

Through mazy nothingness

Will ever end.