My solitude dose me no good
I can’t tell when my heart went crude
The cards are marked the dealer is bribed
The days keep passing but no freedom is gained
There’s nothing sadder than a dog who’s growing old with eyes of fog
All speech is tainted and wisdom is hushed by
Those things which crumble our existence away
Why won’t you sleep my tortured abyss
Why can’t my mind choose to dismiss
After all, no control
After all, no control
And the weary will march on
Reality is not my friend
To many times you must pretend
And your desires you must defend
In case there’s someone that you might offend
Why won’t you sleep my tortured abyss
Why can’t my mind choose to dismiss
After all, no control
After all, no control
And the weary will march on
credits
from HOW TO BEGIN,
released March 12, 2016
song from the album HOW TO BEGIN
composer, vocals and guitar: Itamar Henry
bass: Femi Akinde
drums: Seyi Akinde
mix: Roy Yarom
mastering: Yoram Vazan
recorded at Gun Fuctory Studios, London.