Humid nights
Of barren trim
Two lovers drenched In rain

Pushing against the sinful whim
Blossoming from worldly pain

Sick of all the worldly lies
Easiest way is suicide
Take the smoke
Feeleth the ride
Dig the dirt
Hide and hide

Cheap talks cheap
And cheap is talk
Whilst falsehoods truly sold and bought

Real ones cometh
Real ones naught
Drowned and down
Into the ground!!!