Drawing rats wheat and every once in a while I surprise myself not praying to any god

Holding all my memories of you and her in a magic box that should make them disappear

I'm saturated by these pieces of you ordering me to wash my hands and get back in the game

Because it's all a game for you, it's all a game and you play with my nerves you play with my life

Today I love you take a chance don't presume you will end losing all the connections

Cause every time I opеn my heart I finally fall asleep with my eyes nеver shut

And I dream of your smile but it caves on your nose a trend amidst my [?] avalanche

Love have lynch and hate of a land and every hate has its caring core

Every passion has its sin, every body has its eyes

Sitting on your belly watching you cry

Keeping it quiet, keeping it sad you never were wrong to share it with a knife or die