THE STYX
Yes, I’m crying
I’m too mad to talk
I’ll just let the tears fall
Feeling rising
I just let it come
Nothing to be done
Under this cold water
Black sullenness
Nothing good adorns my
Whole memory
Like these orange streetlamps
Peeking in to see
The smashing of the mirrors
And sinking down beneath
The Styx
The Styx
The Styx
Going over
What I should have said
Poison myself instead
Under streetlamps
Minutes trudging past
Matches struck in the dark
Under this cold water
Black sullenness
Nothing good adorns my
Whole memory
Like these orange streetlamps
Peeking in to see
The smashing of the mirrors
And sinking down beneath
The Styx
The Styx
The Styx
I’m too mad to talk
I’ll just let the tears fall
Feeling rising
I just let it come
Nothing to be done
Under this cold water
Black sullenness
Nothing good adorns my
Whole memory
Like these orange streetlamps
Peeking in to see
The smashing of the mirrors
And sinking down beneath
The Styx
The Styx
The Styx
Going over
What I should have said
Poison myself instead
Under streetlamps
Minutes trudging past
Matches struck in the dark
Under this cold water
Black sullenness
Nothing good adorns my
Whole memory
Like these orange streetlamps
Peeking in to see
The smashing of the mirrors
And sinking down beneath
The Styx
The Styx
The Styx