O.L.D. T.I.M.E.S.

Just like the old times.
A bruised soul.
Some shattered faith.
And the future like a gaping black hole.
Nothing in hand.
Nothing up the sleeves.
Nothing in mind.
Nothing to lose, nothing to keep.
A faint hope.
A flickering light.
A doomed journey.
A choice which seems more wrong than right.
Just like the old times.

D.U.S.T.

All my dreams,
have gone to dust.
That is where now,
parts of my soul rest.
In one way, I think,
it happened for good.
For now my soul has,
forever been delivered from the test.

B.E.G.I.N.

Now that the music has died down,
And the party's over.
The guests have gone back,
And we are done with the leftovers.
It's time you and me,
Got down to the business of living.
With some portions of craziness,
And the rest of serenity.