Sitting at the window
Will this be my end
The knife told me nothing
and the scars
My shiny red wave
Smiles at me
Together as alway
we smile It's Okay
Things themselves are
weaved perfectly
One more dead
body amongst them
make little difference
It's Okay
Will this be my end
The knife told me nothing
and the scars
My shiny red wave
Smiles at me
Together as alway
we smile It's Okay
Things themselves are
weaved perfectly
One more dead
body amongst them
make little difference
It's Okay