English
New dawns orange grace pierces frayed drapes. Bearing the gaunt of a pauperized face. Complacency is a thirty cent raise Desperation is sweatless to persuade. Scraping last week's supper off spoiling plates. Beneath your nail beds mark the X on your grave. Step into the bear trap of preordained fate. Prickly pockets yearning for some change. They say Take the offer, You won't get another. I think Time spent wasted cin't wasted at all. Tailerly laced, throw me a bone. Poshly stirred sire in a palazzo home. Reclined imprints on a gelatin throne. Light-years from the penniless dynasty. Ladders to the cloud land too high for the common man. It's not what's in your heart, Just what's in your hands. Fools seek fortune in a game They can't play. They say Take the offer, You won't get another. I think Time spent wasted cin't wasted at all.