Bread of sorrow,
Saved only to last for tomorrow
Cup drunk from hand to mouth
Too fragile and can not grow again
Salt of sweats, blinding his eyes
His wheelbarrow screeching hell
Reminded of who he once was.
His soul is sold, it means naught
Someone has turned his faith
Black lights are moving on---
Fast as horsemen on their horse
As over come the bloodbath---
Spilling on all television screen
A robber is caught in the very act.
Another one is to come soon
Life are levels--we all run for
How then can I reach you? ----
Yet it has passed, wherever it is
The worst end of bittered men
Trying to get all to themselves
Rushing from every pillars to posts.
Pulling it hard from the other way
Darkness has closed its purple eyes
The whore on the seas can't be tamed
Has she given the sweet wine to you?
You ask for more and she will give---
Cup of plagues, the bread of sorrows
The bread that never fills the belly.