The truth is violent
Your coldest face, your sad breasts
They hide terrors, if I stop breathing
It won't be because of you
Don't caress my hair
br/>That I have little
And none of them are stupid
Your words are cutting
Like a razor's edge
Don't force yourself to scream
Because I'm disconnected
Your eyes are wet
Your necklace is cold
Your bed is violent
The truth is cold
I want to drink a lot
I want to sink into disaster
Now you are approaching
Useless adventure
Don't caress my hair
Because I have little
And none of them are stupid
Your mouth fills me up
Mint flavor
Thirty tablets
Enough to satisfy you
Your electric song
Works against the cold