time to pick up stones is over thers no choices. like cold shower, I will call you just to tell that I am breathless I just gone mad
Ill tell in the microphone That everything is going wrong
so give me some delusion I will pray give me chance and take it all away give me answer why I kill myself why I break my ugly second half
breaking speak with- out permission you just spit at all,I wish,and now the pieces of my spirit running follow- you should feel it
l tell in the microphone That everything is going wrong I tried to run away and hide but madness everytime beside And now my life is fall apart I see myself in mirror not
but give me some delusion I will pray give me chance and take it all away tell me why I start to kill myself why I crash my stupid second half
so give me some delusion I will pray give me chance and take it all away give me answer why I killed myself why I break my ugly second half