With action and cast With action and cast

My solace is in inked pages of fantasies My solace is in inked pages of fantasies

I do not have an aim, voided volatile flow. I do not have an aim, voided volatile flow.

For I will have forgotten how to talk. For I will have forgotten how to talk.

Maybe life is a game, And death is the prize... Maybe life is a game, And death is the prize...

There are days, When my heart aches so much... There are days, When my heart aches so much...

I can’t stop my brain sometimes The flow of words and wonders are so fast I can’t stop my brain sometimes The flow of words and wonders are so fast

The sky bled in violet Pink clouds discoloured The sky bled in violet Pink clouds discoloured

And the glasses of champagne and wine. And the glasses of champagne and wine.

And realize the mess I’ve made inside. And realize the mess I’ve made inside.