Sunday-MASON HOME

We are their eternal target If we swallow the shadows and run through the night Morning eventually comes to us Even on a planet where nothing but meaningless things happen Opaque developments continue to take place I didn't want to believe in its power In a life where nothing is ever set in stone Only death is clear It's not something I want or don't want It can come over the window at night when I'm asleep Happiness is far away as far as I have to go to find it I have no time and no money But if I want it, I have plenty of time and money The profession of expressing myself through writing There's something you can't see in a note People are dying for sins unknown And it's reported in the press with impunity A murder without a sinner and a culprit Only the witnesses can testify, alone Times change Very quickly I might not be here tomorrow Maybe I'll be here until the day I die My words don't penetrate people It just passes by I hope you have a nice day I really do And me too