Fraudly chasing my dreams
Like liar among prophets...

What do they say about night?
Here I am in my bed...

I am a prophet of my own lies
I like what everyone denies...

Lonely even with you my angel
Seems Creator made a mistake...

Dreams, dreams
I'm on the moon drawing the stars...

Oh, cigarettes
Ask me for a poem...

You try my self to deny
And so you did...

(Inspired by the Slash snakepit and personal...
I guess you were promised to a wealthy man...

My muggy room shares last portion of air
Sitting on all fours, feeling so small...

We all know, we know a lot
We want besides we have got...

I was taught how to lie
Since my eyes saw the light...

I met you accidentally,
Oh science of kabbalah...