Seven Miles.
Seven miles to go,
feeling lonely in the desert,
realizin’ a strange face, hello!
The missing distance is six,
I hardly can walk,
so I use these sticks.
Guess what, it’s just another five,
feeling the deafening silence,
wondering if I missed my life!
Now the number is four,
remembering rage and pain,
thinking about the origin – some whore.
The most religious number of all is three,
I did a lot of things wrong,
soon I am gonna pay the fee.
Two more miles to walk,
lookin’ at the cloudy sky,
feeling fear, beneath this circling hawk.
Now the last mile begins,
feeling really sick, dizzy,
I feel all my sins.
In a few seconds I will arrive,
guess what the fee is?
IT’S MY MISERABLE LIFE!
