First cigarette puffs 
Gold links in my cuffs 
Egg on the shirt of my heart 

Fingerprints in the dust with my name 
Squint my eyes to see from my fame 
Spot the words that fall from my lines 
The deafness hides the light from the blind 

Stop starting journey 
The road returns me 
Back to the world in the evening 
The stage rehearsals 
Voice on the circles 
Blah blah my way to the celing 

I can't see the walls from the chairs 
Are there people sitting out there 
Feed me with a frown or a laugh 
Featureless the faces that ask 

Tonight I'm cracking 
I'm murder acting 
Footlit the visual of my lines 
I'll smoke and drink it 
I'll eat and think it 
Miserable the murder plot unwinds