My minds sticks to you
another day in bloom
I sit with out a clue
What can I do?
Getting sick on this arm chair
wanna flick harm over there
what will i hope for when it is the end
by then, can i call God a friend?
Everyday...
dispersed mists of casualties
when I miss you, it's all concentrated on me
I called God but no one answered
I called the devil and my heart rang
I remembered...
every thing goes well
when I'm sitting beside you in Hell
