So far, so close
So cold, so warm...

Now how do I start this poem differently
In what way can I make you believe in me...

One, two,
Aching for me to seduce you...

What do you know about
Waking up feeling like dirt every morning...

I once discussed with the wolf
why it howled, I once conversed with the moon...

The wolves howl aloud
As the moon stands clear...

He can't write anymore
His mind's not clear...

Razors are red
Violence is blue...

Red rise no more
Blood bleed for sure...

Cold winter winds
This is where my journey ends...

Scream, come now scream
let's finish this fairytale like a bad dream...

Don't look at me darling
listen to the words I have to say...