By: Dexter Kozen



Pen dry, hand aching

Red sky, dawn breaking

Candle low, fever high

Today I'm going to die



Evariste



Sweet song in my ear

Than on one else could hear

Got it down, but there's no time

No time to make it rhyme



Evariste



{Bridge}



Blood pound, adrenalin run

Turn round, face to the sun

Raise arm, point gun

So much left undone



Evariste