Subject to demise
I write what I know nothing of
Said nothingness I preach
Coming home, I rue the day
I uttered any speech
For what I say and when I speak
Is subject to demise
And if one does his promise keep
That bargain withers, dies
I write what I know nothing of
Said nothingness I preach
Coming home, I rue the day
I uttered any speech
For what I say and when I speak
Is subject to demise
And if one does his promise keep
That bargain withers, dies