The silvery ray of hope doesn't attract me anymore, because I know at the end of the day it'd be as ashen as ever. My paranoia needn't find no Satanic words, for I feel Ozzy only said it. Long gone the day so dark so warm, my psychedelia obscured by the tedious tune of everyday life. The mystic baritone doesn't give me goosebumps now as my perception shows me being a minuscule dot, no, I ain't no rider on the storm. I imagined Hendrix setting his guitar on fire and I saw the subtle mockery behind it. The stupidity of November Rain seems so obtuse now as my Quadrophenia drives me to the darkest corner. No more do I aspire to be a pretentious brick in the wall, after all it's not easy Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall. I want to scream with all my rage, and all I can manage a deaden wail. I'm done with capturing moments, moments become memories after a while.
Is it me for a moment ?
