You look into the mirror and heardly understand
who is the face looking at you.
They draged you here to the bottom of hopes
you wander bare footed in their loathsome spittles.
You wander down to the bottom of your empty lake
you search under the stones the hidden little hope.
You´ve got the last stone left the one you didn´t search under
slime wet stone you were disgusting to touch.
No hope is there just few rusted blades
many times used but not for shaving.
To kill the boredon? To run from everithing?
Tu hide or to forget? You should find another way!
Go to the kitchen
have something to eat
play a good music
just like Masturbation.
