Let them carry me away To any place that they have chosen for me One day I become the stream The stream that flows to the ocean The moment of peace Right
Mild rays of the sun will burn your eyes After dwelling in darkness for the rest of your life Mild rays of the sun will burn your eyes After dwelling
I enwrap myself in black sheets to match the sky And you would do the same if you just opened your eyes But lets stay like this for a while Let's just
Pouring whiskey in dried-out bodies Coarsely hewn by wood and love Deep inside them smolders slowly Thick as yeast, green bitterness Helpless, their
You cannot make me feel guilty I don't give a shit about respect I won't join your moral masturbation I'm the prodigal son gone off the tracks You cannot