Born To Die

Fighting to be born,
Only dying to die again
Colors of the rainbow
Blind the state's affairs
Coursing the joke,
Pretending to care
Folk music instead
Of mainstream pop in the air
Exchanging letters with a friend
General anesthesia as we speak of time
Calling all the black dots from my life
To justify the blind spots of crime
Fighting to be born,
Only to die again
The jarring smell of vanity fairs
Many affairs of love have put me down in flames
But maybe my life could be like jam
Pressed to the core,
Spread on toast by the morning shore