drop the d, i need some guts to rearrange my spine, lose� my selfish blind expression, pour a little wine. do the twist and let me
spit upon my miserable shrine, mind your business, i just need to smudge my perfect shine. � losing control is� best when you
need to forget the hard times, the big mimes, the skeletons wasting their smiles... crumbling my drained flat brain - naked beds and
screams, the lost dreams, obsessed themes, the visions of a blind love � trying to pass over the great pain, swimming the wine
sea, seeking the right plea to jump ahead again walking the shores of a great escape, shaking the hands of the two faced friends,
giving a smile on a plate � play the double turn emotion, keep yourself in shape, let me underrate my skills and act a little ape.
i wanna land� on dusty floors - have nothing to regret, waste my day, just pour some more wine - i need to pass the gate.