The sun sets and it begins
a lottery of promise and of sins
whoever the winner may be
this night will not go down peacefully

Battered with plans of looking down
seeing the faces who built this anger
stand up and put on my head this crown
my thoughts are a sinking anchor

The morning brings a brighter day
no angry demons to fight away
chirping birds and blooming roses
treasure this high before it decomposes

The night is always closing in
and soon the lottery can begin
hopeful i cheer for delusions
waiting for the sun to set
cheerful i hope for conclusions
but i desire what i cannot get