It's time to face the fact I think we reached our flatline now
A bloodbath with no sense in it
You're like the perfect murder
Miss your disease / it's your disease
This is my system's failure / self-destructive A throat cut of consciousness It was your game, your rules I never really got a chance to win against your mania But listen,, fuck your trip!
This time you were no crack addict
Anyway, I wish you some peace of mind Hope you can change a bit and breath for a while... More from Breakdown Of Sanity