Standing undecided, I dont know what to do
Your body will guide all the cops through
I'm confused, I am lost, I got nothing to do
Your body will guide all the cops through
Your drenched body will leave bloody signs
and bullet holes could yell about our crime
Picking riffle up I could see in your eyes
That horror and light and mistrace of my advice
Signs will follow sighs and reflection of nights
And our relict souls never pick up delights
our vision came dry, insufficient of bright
and reported crime will persist to my undead pride
Haughtiness of mine, now you know that was fine
While covering your nakedness with my old divine
Cops are allways evil, but not this sorrow time:
That was a simple evidence of someone else crime
Melancholy passwords between you and me
are not more in function, that's a price and a fee
Silence in my head when I look down your side
Doesn't make me angry or feel conscience's fight
