Like Flashing Lights on a strip,

Weariness and self-doubt appear,

A reflection of sadness begins to rear,

A knife silently crosses a crooked lip,

Done is the ease of the path forsook,

Followed is the way of the honest,

Done is the darkness that cost us,

Of money and gold we took,

Oh how I pray and pray for a new light,

The red and black is never near,

I follow along an empty pier,

Will the end soon be in sight?