With me a scent of blood is posing like a devil, like my inner devil
I think i better close my eyes i feel like a gang of wolves
'was a bastard yesterday
Feel better today
Never mind i never think about tomorrow's day...in a day'
I better close my eyes can not bear the truth: the gods are playing cricket
The sun's a cripple...i love life!
Excuse my dirty kind of spirit sarcasm is my fame! (the flowers is my brain are growing in aspic)
Kiss me, for another day, kiss me!
I dream it every night: being pushed into a deep black hole of nothing,
While driving to the highway to hell...i feel me falling!
Until i wake up - in sweat - and i see how life can be quite nice!
I close my eyes...before i bleed to death
