CAFFEINE
Wu- wu-
I have possessed by lust not love always fool me.
Inner impulse to go astray into a transformation '
I can never get the better of temptation of flesh.
As you know truth bows the knee before fake all the time.
I wanna listen to your groan.
Just believe posse.
I wanna hasten to promised land.
I'll flee form the lost paradise.
Wu- wu- .
But I washing my TV and lying back in your armchair & now you hang yourself I dine.
But I am watching you bleeding & succembing to greed.
And now i will drown myself into the lethe