I remember i slept(but that wasn't)a dream there was a bottle (on a table, & a dirty) needle there wasn't a reason, there wasn't a time it was pure colours, space and light the dead sun over my head, lighting on my scared hand bluring almost everything, travels through my head i fell like i'm only word, the only son of myself seeking joy on this planet, destroying everything else i've never touched the pure, i'm spreading pain and hate i've only touched the illness, i'm taking your joy away i ask to my self for a silence, i can't hear my screams (razorblade is cutting my feelings, just like a fall of the leaves) we'll never find the cure, useless me and useless you we'll never find the cure, liar me and hopeless you