In the Kingdom of Wry

Advertisement lights,
So neon and bright,
Are burning behind me, enforcing me turn.
But I won’t make haste,
I’m breathing this place,
I’m Lord of this place, where I am alone.
This moment is mine!
My wind shall not die
I’d like to stay here, in the Kingdom of Wry.
This moment is mine!
My wind shall not die
I’d like to stay here, in the Kingdom of Wry.

The Gold will not wait,
When we’ll show our hate –
The happiness here it is able to hide.
But I shall be saved –
I’m here on myself
And darkness of streets is diming my mind.
This moment is mine!
My wind shall not die
I’d like to stay here, in the Kingdom of Wry.
This moment is mine!
My wind shall not die
I’d like to stay here…

The game is His aim
And half of these men,
And half of these men are retarding their stride.
But I’m going mad,
So tripsy and glad,
So tripsy and glad of my right to respire…