bound by the forces that once motivated me
it doesn’t feel the same anymore
those forces feel like they are drowning me
and in the horizon I can’t see the shore

it used to be fun but now it’s over
almost over just one more last thing
I feel like a drunk who can’t stay sober
and all ‘s left for him to do is sing

sing about the muse that is no longer here
sing about the enemies of a not so distant future
sing about fate, destiny, everyone’s fear
and listen to yourself in avoiding this torture

I guess I ‘m tired and everything’s different
than it used to be long time ago
demotivated and faithless moving towards the end
and yes, I ‘m going alone…

Sweet Floyd

30.01.2012