Standing undecided, I dont know what to do Your body will guide all the cops through I'm confused, I am lost, I got nothing to do Your body will guide all the cops through
Your drenched body will leave bloody signs and bullet holes could yell about our crime Picking riffle up I could see in your eyes That horror and light and mistrace of my advice
Signs will follow sighs and reflection of nights And our relict souls never pick up delights our vision came dry, insufficient of bright and reported crime will persist to my undead pride
Haughtiness of mine, now you know that was fine While covering your nakedness with my old divine Cops are allways evil, but not this sorrow time: That was a simple evidence of someone else crime
Melancholy passwords between you and me are not more in function, that's a price and a fee Silence in my head when I look down your side Doesn't make me angry or feel conscience's fight