Honey, I gonna die in 10/9 overdose, You gonna drink, cry, and learn G. Wittkop!
Evereryone think that their flesh is so important All that faces from who i try to get away
I must hide! I don’t control myself! My heart in creap, it’s just excess of my feels Lost in disgust, broken hope, sick trust! I know, I run to hell so fast!
Meet you on the roud to hell Meet you on the roud to hell
Your gaze was full of question I failed in my own confession
I regret my fate Never know that’s true or fake Your shining smile
To tears of blood on my eyes
WEA-WEA-WEA-WEA
All world is rot in my eyes Essence of the lies Great minds of mankind Great minds get out of rhe lines Inner despair demise my soul All life alone and now I’m on the roud To hell, moment of pure feels (to You) Nothing absolve me from my sins