Black Gold

Some days when I wake and I'm spitting blood, I'm wishing for cancer to come

I'm back at what left me some 4 years ago so just send me a stone from above

Some days when I wake up and I'm spitting blood, I'm wishing for cancer to come

Please finance my day job and finance my love

For right now I'm wishing

For cancer to come

For cancer to come

Some days when I wake up around these asphalt walls, I really don’t know what do

For nothing compares to a nothingness where no one says nothing to you

And days when I can’t see the top of the walls, I'm wishing that cancer would come

Just drop all the hopes and turmoil

For right now I'm wishing

For cancer to come

For cancer to come

And I won’t be scared

I’ll always be the best thing I’ve ever had

So you can’t slow me down

Because (time wearing thin) plus (black gold kicking in) equals every possible way of reflecting

And I'm just like: Hell yeah!

I'm back at the wheel and I try to move on

And the flat line to me, metaphorically, is a plural of horizons

But the closer I get the more I regret my urge for a finish line

The water is just as blue on the other side