1.
On a path but in a line,
right in trouble but outer side,
I'm fighting keeping on biting.
I'm just lunatic fanatic.
So I stoop down,
sand trickles trough my head.
So I stoop down,
hope you know,
what your´re doing.
2. Stroke my feet and lick
my eyes.
The room is colder and lights are bright.
Maybe in a while you know what it's like.
Maybe I push you down tonight. |
3.
The finale dust contains no rust.
I'll inhale the tale of jail.
I'm crawling in the cradle of lust,
to find your holy grail. |
