I was impressed by your coldness,
and your sick little jokes.
I told devil about you.
he went out for a smoke.

The reason of my
endless sadness
And why my soul's
worn to the bone -
'Cause
all I loved, I loved so reckless,
'Cause
all I loved, I loved alone...

You ain't the blood,
but I have you in my veins.
You're not my cup,
but I drank the tea, anyway.

Born in a cyber age
of this global disruption,
"What's your hobby?", - you'll ask.
I'll reply:
"Self-destruction."

Nobody cried. Nobody cared.
A couple of eyes were in despair.
And on the tombstone, it was inscribed:
"Committed social suicide".

Sometimes it seems like my heart is rotten,
it can't feel anything but the pain,
and I can't touch it, 'cause wounds are open...
I am my calm and my hurricane.

Sometimes I think I've concurred the monster.
But then, again, the image starts clouding.
They say the human body is 60% water...
Well, that explains why it feels like I'm drowning.

I like the poison that I drink.
I'm guilty of a million lines.
It ain't my fault my blood is ink
and I was cut too many times...