Dead Early

Dead Early
I got the chance
On a silver plate
To do things right, to do things straight
The worlds are clear to me
I'm not going to last
Deep is the lake of thoughts
Onlookers stare like apes
Tangled in a web of lies
Energy constantly rotating
Reaching my end
This starry night
I'm shooting silverplates
Applauding apes
Send me to the depht of space