Over the acid waters

Running on a crumbling bridge over the acid waters
You’re convincing yourself that it wasn’t the right place
This fight was too hard, and you had nothing left to earn, brother.
And you had good reasons to leave

Despite the arrows pointed at your face
You still hope there’s out there somewhere
Someone who may listen and not gainsay
every word you’re bold enough to pronounce

But there are no warriors around, maybe it’s just a war into your head
Maybe your goals have changed and you haven’t noticed
Am I or am I not lying to myself, you say
Maybe I’m wrong, you then think, and you realize you might stop running

And you slow down, and walk, look up, but you can’t see the shore
You look at yourself, a beggar. You’re shivering, and tired, and wet
Stressed up, out of your head, it may be the pill they gave you
You didn’t know it would be such a hard thing to eat

You can only sit, your legs are broken and your thies ready to explode,
The skies above are telling no answers
Of course, you never believed you could talk to somebody up there,
Maybe I should have tried, maybe once, you’re thinking.

Back from an early age, your family is whispering words you don’t quite get
Your mind asleep can hardly recognize the sound
And you wish you could answer, because there’s nothing else around
But your tongue and teeth are paralysed, no longer under control.

If it’s the drugs, it should have been more efficient
You would have died without a thought or a last cigarette.
But no, condemned to smoke until the end,
Your hard times have not even begun.