The eye is my apple, ten thousand times the light in my eye fades out, sometimes the time is right to strike the night.
Nothing makes sense anymore.
And I pray to walk my dog without the fear of getting shot.
Why white and black, if the eye is simple i think i will have a dream. A dream where I can do what i want to do, a dream where I can live in, instead of reality. Swap my life with dreams, trade my pinnacles with lemonade, sacrifice my life with you.
Once the tide was right,
The moon shone, a thousand times,
and I think I was a beggar,
trading my thoughts with my dreams -
one red and one green.
Heaven has no purpose,
the stars contain no eyes,
scarface my goddess,
ten thousand times a night.