It's seconds before the new years,
No clouds to block your forward vision.
Everything's how it appears;
You've fucked your nut with friends under boundless conditions!
Seconds later,
Unfortunately it clicks,
Promises made,
Boxes to tick.
Clean slate only means you're doing the shit you
Sthifled on the last one.

Now you know the truth you hide in fear of this confession.
Hide behind the drugs you take and run the wrong direction.
All the plans you break you made at will to you discretion,
Just wait will it blows!

Plans,
It depends what they're made from
And,
If they're made from the strong stuff
We,
Can be man onde depends on
Or,
Become undone by the same bluff
It's,
Another road block my name's on
It's,
Another plan made to go wrong
But,
I'll never quit while the days long
No,
Just wait until it blows...

The best laid plans of mice and men
Aft gan aglay.
Scribe my thoughts with bloody pen
And still find them washed away.
Wouldn't mind my life with plans and some sense
for a least a day.
Or,
Just wait until it blows!

Seconds later...