to be respected by them is a shame
that is an honor if they call me insane
not mere entertainment, but my clash and revenge
third side of co(ff)in
art of dance on the edge
invisible
but invincible
night is for reflecting
day is for acting
there is no rest for such as I
truth is that more than a half live a lie
dream as a drug when no certain to die
instead of eliminating
I try so hard to expulse
their shadows from my mind
I wash my soul from shit
but it's all around
it's driving me wild
but I destroy just myself
like devil you chase me in others' details
their glances and smiles
when between us now miles
make me forget
order and forсe
how long this will endure?
it always is getting worse
it is a cure
it is a curse
can the love heal all the wounds from the hate
caused by statements that terrible words are the rate
if memories help us
does time erase enemies?
need something calming
but also inflaming
no salvation there in blaming