a poem in my head that sounds more like a murmur it comes and go and i can't write it down because i've been down this road before i've be been miscible crumbled into myself rolling on the floor with a joint in ma hand and whiskey bottle in the other i've done this before and now, and now i'm going through this road again i'm still insane and there is no remedy from this melody in my head that sounds more than a requiem for a dear beloved dead in a gloomy day one tear rolling on the floor ive been here before and i've been chanting my pain for ages now and the question is just how how could i be such a fool how could you fool me with those fake eyes of yours how could i fall for you and why you left with a small note says there's nothing in ma hand that's a slave deed how could you betray our love how could you leave me dread with a song that sounds more like weeping in my head about tears and roses i'm a free man tears should never been shed roses should never been gave i am a king and kings shouldn't fall for slaves