Shameless eyes
Deprived of sleep
Looking for a match
Out of a creep
Hunting down dreams
To find a new guide
But souls won’t catch fire
With tears inside
shut them down
Let the drops drip
Let them flood the cheeks
and drift o’er the lips
Let them damp the fake
mask on my face
I will cast new colours
to rejoin the pace
the kadapul 