Velvet room,
the night fills this place,
pictures hang on the wall
remind wasted shoes
The star of the night
is smashig down to image the future
make everything harder
it doesn't help me and it makes me alone.
Deep and strange
thoughts are grind by the mind,
for as fistful of dust
It doesn't matter when
I'm the master of the power of the sound.
I'm the dragger full of anger in my soul.
Falsless selfishness make us like poles
that don't attract themselves
positive or negative make your choice, but the only right one