Won’t you lay me down in your soft, scented bed
Where I can pretend I have a soft, pleasant head
Wont you lend me luxury, your temporary purgatory
Where we pretend as if we already weren’t already dead
Take me from this battlefield to out beyond extragalactic space
I can’t help this feeling, my survival requires escape
Some time even slaves take breaks
Aint there something I can give or something that you’ll take?
Dont I have some gold, won’t you take some flake?