No High Five For C. Oward

Is your light shining bright?

Is everybody getting blind?

Received some attention today?

Have you clapped your own back?

Why do I still have to write

Songs about gaining cheap respect?

Words you believe and spit out

Words i don't give a shit about

Make you a liar, a dreamer,

A thieve and a cheater

It's time to call it a day

At hundred days overdue

My hands won't abide

Any longer to you

Investments on a dead market

Commitment on dead meat

Passion on a dead piece of shit

Or heart on a dead fucking fiend

That's what I am going to beat down

It's what you won't get next year

No way, to you I won't bow down