Turn it f*****g off.

White as a ghost, your lips blue by the most.
You all fucked up. You have seen unpleasantly.

Burned finger tips, on my left hand.
It comes across as a curse.
Ill omen of your rat race to nowhere.

We are the lonely of two like you.
Don't you stop repeating, I feel as if I may understand.
Turn your eyes around and look at me with a straight voice.
Not even a last choice.


White as a ghost, your lips blue by the most.
You all fucked up. You have seen unpleasantly.

Beaten and whipped, comfortably distant.
Its comes across as normal.
O no I think I am not ready for this.

But it is to late.
No don't beckon farewells.
We are already drinking from a poisoned well.

We are the lonely of two like you.
Don't you stop repeating, I feel as if I may understand.
Turn your eyes around and look at me with a straight voice.
Not even a last choice.

I caught you, your a criminal.
I caught you, your a criminal.
I caught you, your a criminal.