The Smoke of Their Torment

You can’t afford a cigarette
But need a smoke so bad
You search the ground for stubbles
You can gather in your hand

And though you now have just enough
You still can’t find a light
Oh, what a rotten way to live
When you go out its night

You know the sun is shining
But the darkness made you blind
Its not more weed but rest you need
And that’s what you can’t find!