[Verse 1] Em once said, owe the moment, and go lose yourself in the music. But sometimes I lose my sense for music, stopped encrypting thoughts in lyrics. My muse is gone for cigarettes or something, I think I’ll wait for her… … no… nothing. When I look back in time, I’m proud, ’cause I never thought I’d make a sound. [Verse 2] There’s much that I achieved for me, I set my brain’s old demons free. I learned so much ’bout writing, see, My English got better, no doubt, agree? (No!) I’m standard physicist, left brain side inaction, So I think linear… please, no compassion. Need GPT to find right rhymes in position Cool word acrobatics? À la musician? (No chance!) [Verse 3] Making music’s not really my passion, okay, I love it, it brings satisfaction. But it’s just another of my competitions, „Can I do it?“ That’s my engine, my ambition. I don’t compete, I race with no one, but through music, I found someone. Listening brings me so much fun, sadly often just a one-time run. (Damn!) [Bridge] Wish there were more time given, in the night can write or listen. I seek time spaces when I miss ‘em, and enjoy their words, their rhythm. Like a train through my vein, in my brain, drowns my pain. Down the drain, feel insane, when I hear their multi-plane. Never lame, never same, not profane, words in chain, all in lane, so I grin ‘n’ pop champagne, give them fame. ’Cause I gain so much joy, even when I cry like rain. And I know there is a bane to stay good in this domain. But they never do complain, work so hard yet stay humane. And their names will remain, BURN!!! LIKE MOTHERFUCKING FLAME! [Outro] Now you ask, what is the point? Just the echo of a joint? Nah, I just felt like writing, seeing if, after all those covers, there’s still somethin’ left inside me. (Let’s see … ohhh boy…. Nah, just bullshit and a sprinkle of nonsense. Oh dear!) [speech] Hmmmm…what could be a great title for this song… nah.. I’ll find one later… … No