You've been here
all along
but suddenly you know
the scene
same as it never was
Yesterday you were
fresh on the market
bright young thing
they called you
Apetite with a
a bit of spice
It seems you
neither bright nor young
now
Afraid, very afraid of
mid-life crisis and a
Dusty old hag
failing the pursuit
What did you
with your art?
Sold it to the devil
that's mocking me
Echoes in your head
Oh so loud
Make it stop, make it stop
Please
Reality, as usual,
comforts the consistent
haunting nightmare
But fear, you criminal
the voice still whispers...
What did you
with your heart?