Memory Remains but it'll Fade to Black,
how Sad but True that Nothing else Matters to me,
I ride the Lightning like King Nothing,
I 'm Unforgiven for all my true lies,
I'm St. Anger pushed into fire of life,
trying too hard to Turn the Page to see The Day that Never Comes.
Wherever I Roam with Whiskey in the Jar,
I find No Leaf Clover but Fuel for pain.
and I Pray to One, the Master of the Puppets,
to save me from this Some Kind of Monster playing games of horror Untill it Sleeps,
my end is known so is my destiny,
but I will live on this world in thorns until I Disappear.
Long Live Rock!!
-Vineet 'The Bard'
