I tried to confess
But he decided I'm possessed,
Steel string's on my neck,
Is it so difficult to check?
I think I can wait
And help to find or to create
A few variants of my
So Sudden Suicide!
No more than over...
No more than overdozen bitch and her hangover,
My soul for you is just a kind of a little problem,
When I'm seek I shake your hand and go alone...
No more than over...
Through the millions of lights
And through the endless haze of dreams
I run seven miles
Untill you held me with your thrill,
So tired and so dry
Is our unemployed kiss,
Oh, would you remind
Me where I'm missed?