I don't know if I want to cry.
or maybe just dope with mary till I lost my senses.
or maybe take a sniff or two of coca till my mood lift off.
or maybe just pop up a XTC and flow into sintetic bliss.
Maybe I just want to be loved by the one I love.

Feel sometimes like the prince in the fairy tales,
going test after test for the love of his beloved.
but this love would never be mine.
because I'm in love with a deranged mind.
a one that has not salvation.
and I'm not a saviour.

and I'm tired of trying to been Jesus
trying to save my mirror
wonder, I can see the path to doom and avoid it.
but did I?
or I'm watching not the end, but the door to my doom
inside it.

All the things he said
running in my head

Love that song
it's like my mind
running so fast in a manic attack
running and running
I'm always running

If people would know how tired am I.
My mind running to the speed of light.
running against starvation.
against the darkness that surrounds me even since childhood.

Our race is and old one
and we are doomed to die
to sensitive for the world of men
we should die young.

Die young while you can.