Scrolling down the aisle of deceit

That is the lifeless brick in front of me,

I find myself face to face with a simple truth:

I've never thought about how much I could lose.

And I don't stop to ponder on it for long,

Because the thought is pushed out by another song.

It promises wealth and joy and pain,

So I let go of my mind again and again.

I gamble with time, with money, with hurt,

I try as I might to finish a verse.

All of my words come up empty to me

Nothing can express the pain of deceit.