The Pursuit of Happinessthe assassin of love has your name on a list he kicks down the door and he takes you away snuffed and cold there's a face in the glass you're locked in a room with the smell of decay something is in the air you better say a prayer for a spasm of faith that flickers and fades day dreams lapse in a coma of waiting you sit inventing crimes to pass the time before you get caught your confession is made look at yourself you're a flash in the pan you're a spark that's out you don't remember your name you're fossilized you want blood from stone you've got a hero's heart but play a loser's game i'm talking to you i'm watching what you do i'm keeping the score the apostle of love comes to bid good night he opens the door there's the scent of an old flame in a room of my own there's a face i know a conspiracy of needs and the swoon of a new game