Rolling Sevens

ROLLING SEVENS
(Written by Ben Antoniadis)

Skirting along the line of poverty
That’s where you’ll find the poet and me
Starving for art like some overweight cliche
Is it any harder to be yourself these days?

I ain’t got much to say most days
Though some days a catch that don’t get away
When I’m somewhere, somehow, at one with it all
Quiet inside to hear the ancient call

Sometimes you’re rolling sevens
Sometimes there’s a bloody war in the heavens
Hell that throws you in iso for days
Sometimes you gotta’ learn the hard way

That each road only leads where you’re meant to go
And each lesson only teaches what you’re ready to know
Slowly heading for that tomorrow’s dawn
Guessing we might be blessed when the morning’s reborn

Somewhere in the sway of synchronicity
That’s where you’ll find the angels and me
Livin’ for truth, for the beautiful lie
Are you any closer to yourself when you die?

Sometimes you’re rolling sevens
Sometimes there’s a bloody war in the heavens
Hell that throws you in iso for days
Sometimes you gotta’ learn the hard way

Sometimes you’re rolling sevens
Sometimes there’s a bloody war in the heavens
Hell that throws you in iso for days
Sometimes you gotta’ learn the hard way

Skirting along the line of poverty
That’s where you’ll find the poet and me
Starving for art like some overweight cliche
Is it any harder to be yourself these days?