Anytime Anywhere

You’re cramping my style

Talking all loud

Must be proud

Of your achievements

Leave me in peace

With my bereavement

Good grief, I’m in mourning

The shot was only a warning

Got me an inkling, hand me an ink pen

 Written in the palm of my skin

linked in to Armageddon

day of reckoning, rekindling

raise the dead out of bed

will till, until I’m out of breath

there’s nothing left

it’s out of my hands

no more strength in my left

I’ll write... all right