By: Dexter Kozen
Pen dry, hand aching
Red sky, dawn breaking
Candle low, fever high
Today I`m going to die
Evariste
Sweet song in my ear
Than on one else could hear
Got it down, but there`s no time
No time to make it rhyme
Evariste
{Bridge}
Blood pound, adrenalin run
Turn round, face to the sun
Raise arm, point gun
So much left undone
Evariste
