Youll remember me when my sight ran sore Black jazz for the mass, Birds sing no more Put on a glass, it would never forget the pain The same old, same old hurting game Youll remember me when I end this game, Dont say no, dont you say my name When I leave this world, when my will is done I am the unmarked man, the madness is gone The fight is won, The fight is won by will alone!
jazz, game, unmarked, remember, old