Way down the, long long road, I saw the edge of time. The space was, so damn clear, I knew it could be mine. So

Buy a pack of cigarettes,  and taste the smoke within your soul.  I thought I had a dominance,  over your weary full.  A twist and

Turnstiles to a cage and  the day is just mine.  Calm down and stay cool, I really want it all.  How the hands of fate,