Deep Weeds

Can you live your life with such passion

that your anger will bear the pain?

From a seedling of aging nations

Calling me again

Now that I'm young

Now that I fear

Only the years appear

When I am old

I will have told

Songs of the ones that I had near

Tales of the past

A sorrow each crease

Here in my face so pale

While I am young

I will escape

Till I'm old and frail

Never speak of my life's erosion

Wipe the withering blaze away

Cover up all my skin's corrosion

So I can bring back the light of my lost summer days

Down bring me down

Bring me down bring me down