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 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...

When You read through the lines,
And wipe off all the magic,
You will know -

just like life,
Love's supposed to be tragic.

I'm so tired of this endless
                                                       duel
that is tearing my soul apart
And that's how I know -
God is                                           cruel
for He gave me                              a heart
in a world full of                       eyes