My words
Holy scripture
Will grave into your head
And bury your mind
Like that you'll be signed
Your f*cking frame of mind
Is unstabilized
Face expression are improvised
Cos' your emotions are paralyzed
One second but two different things
Asking her with whom she always sleeps
You sticked the roses right in her cheeks
Cos' you want to see her blush when you sweep
The floor with her head, oh you mad, you mad
You only love her cos' she is dead, is dead