Black Gold

Some days when I wake and I'm spitting blood, I'm wishing for cancer to come
I'm back at what left me some 4 years ago so just send me a stone from above
Some days when I wake up and I'm spitting blood, I'm wishing for cancer to come
Please finance my day job and finance my love
For right now I'm wishing
For cancer to come
For cancer to come

Some days when I wake up around these asphalt walls, I really don’t know what do
For nothing compares to a nothingness where no one says nothing to you
And days when I can’t see the top of the walls, I'm wishing that cancer would come
Just drop all the hopes and turmoil
For right now I'm wishing
For cancer to come
For cancer to come

And I won’t be scared
I’ll always be the best thing I’ve ever had
So you can’t slow me down
Because (time wearing thin) plus (black gold kicking in) equals every possible way of reflecting

And I'm just like: Hell yeah!
I'm back at the wheel and I try to move on
And the flat line to me, metaphorically, is a plural of horizons
But the closer I get the more I regret my urge for a finish line
The water is just as blue on the other side