enclosed me with a thorn i'm sick
i can stand seem like grass again
unsteady because counted feat
i must black down me in myself
cuttin'shine.. their rotten river, my crash is a real inllusion fuckin'try..
however i can get your grass
broken dream will go to your dream
give me helping hand it's not true
i'm in mirror it's not true
escape me.. tell me out..
warm days are completely over