Тhere is nomuch sense, in that sweet taste...
That sound...The walls behind my back are empty,
just few days ago i was able to breathe.
The traveling is full agony for the virgins -
salt and in a suitcase, taken six times with a daytime nightmares.
In victorious times i am thinking bout the Old Tower
- I am Lord himself, the devil and the shot at it.
Geisha ,the philosopher of stupidity,
doesnt know yet how much you hate me -
- As a dark matter, pending notification.
In your eyes i am running away on high heels,
But somethin goes not burn by an a accident