Dying To Be Born

Born with a general anesthesia

I die again and call for the black

No rainbow to justify the blind

Fighting to be born again

It's an affair to die again

Or a joke with a jarring smell

Many affairs of love means care

and maybe at some point the air

was pressed to the core with a friend

Spread on toast

but I'm fighting to be

And only dying black all the dots from my life

Colors only spots of crime

That blind the state

And course the joke

While pretending for vanity fairs