On missing the smelliest parts of life.
I hope this way leads right,
The one I am in,
Never have I seen,A man so ruthless, as you,You hold power in your handsand reign the waters of blue.
With a soul so dark,And a heart of stone,Your head, held high,Through the winds that blow.
And here it comes again — my birthday. The years pass, people come and go, and…