There's nothing wrong but humanity
And a burning clock
A woman smokes an electronic cigarette
A woman dear
To the fireman
Drops her cigarette
Pretends isn't hers
And walks away
But what she doesn't know
Is that she got the side effects
New wrinkles in her face
And time became her burning clock

I smile to you
And I come near you
Very near
I complement your dress
I give you a present
A bottle of wine
Just for you and your friend
I put a dark spell on it
But just in case
I put poison as well
I wait all night to hear about your death
And your friend's too
The next day
I hear how you died
And your friend too
My smile becomes so wide and real
It's almost happiness
Now I know that you paid
And you paid good
And your friend too
You and your friend have hated me since the first day
But that was no excuse for what you've done
And now you pay

remember when I talked to you
and your breath smelled like wisdom
the way you looked at me
made me think you knew what was on the dark
And you took me to your world
In a single glance I was able to feel
We were in the dark
And I followed you
You had a lantern
And you walked up straight
With pride and honor
I believed in you
And I followed you
When we were out of the dark
You took me to the strangest place
You took me where people went and killed themselves
Pink and white roses
With no much color at all
You kept walking
I got lost
An old lady took me in
You came back for me
But my name was Maria now

You tie me to a bed  
Were you have killed many  women
I can barely move my hands
They are tied hard to the bed
It looks like a doctor's bed
How many have you killed, 50?
Or is it a 100?
You made sure I couldn't scape
I was there for two days
You hit me hard
You played with your knife all over my body
You ****** me like no other
I was gonna end up dead, wasn't I?
You killed many
Why didn't you **** me, when you could?
I am as stupid as the others
But instead you made me climb to the tower
And you made me throw myself
I landed on the cold ocean
And you knew
All along
"Did you ever found it?," I asked

Dissatisfaction from the real
Longing for the fake
Blurring the real and the fake  
A deep infatuation that excludes the real from my life
Longing for a lie
Cooky and charismatic
Reflecting ambitions and desires
Love and devotion taking it for granted
Suffering apathy for life
The inability to accept the new
Living in the past
Drinking my problems
Letting them out with the wrong people
Does God even exist?
Does he love me?