Night Without a Care

Vodka on the rocks
Music in the air
Mises on my mind
Sitting in the chair

Drinking on the clock
Doing something rare
Quickly drifting now
Night without a care

Awake

He hated to awake
He'd said a silent prayer
Once again unanswered
Once again aware

He goes and looks for knowledge
He hungers for the truth
Once again he found it
Once again unsoothed

His mind's a raging torrent
And all his words, cliches
His art is so pretentious
His heart longs for the grave

Among all of the chatter
Distractions working well
In the background fading
Ego bent on hell