Thrasymachus

I tend to long to live another life
Just the thought of the taste of other lips than yours
I should go to feast with a snake-like appetite
‘cause nothing is for anything anymore anyway

I tend to long to live another life
Even though I know it's silver for the crow
Fairness only, only for the strongest of us
Nothing is for anything anymore anyway

It is dark outside, it's dark in me
I got oil floating around my feet
It may look like gold, may look like ours
But I don’t care I don’t mind
I’m fine in someone else’s life

It is dark outside, it's dark in me
Even though I got oil to my knees
Even though this is silver for crow
I don’t care, I don’t mind anymore

I tend to long to live another life
You tend to learn to live with your memory
You brought branches high up to the canopy
I realize that nothing was for something anyway