Crimes of passion
Idle is the night, bitter are my brittle thoughts.
The sickening grind of this day.
I pay the price each time, but it's never enough.
Life is a pain in the arse, life is not right.
Justice does not exist except in people's minds.
There is no balance, there is no time to speak of yesterday.
Tomorrow has been washed clean,
Yesterday has been and gone.
Life is bright, life is painful, life is dreary.
Winning formulas come easy to the glib tongue,
But it's lies, only lies, total and absolute.