Living death
Placing foot after foot on an unstable roof
hoping that it will be teared down
wish I could fall, smashed to death on the groove
black is my colour, life-vision in a human-town
Depression is my second skin
happiness a disease
head full of water, isn't gin
pression way to high, makes me sneeze
Drowning in salty water if tears want show up
don't make me sad, not anymore, no more
turn of the thoughts-shower, hide the last teardrup
one more, will explode, I'm sure.