Текст: In Desperate Times. Demo. Morphine.

Just like morphine
the more I laugh
the more I bleed
my bloody hands can still hold what I believe
these bullets on the sky, make my eyes shine.
we`re still so fucking wounded, I`m paying to stay alive...
every stain on this warpath makes my lure to get saved from myself.
all these corpses are just endorsed by the pain I felt
I wish I had something more than just wait for my death
nothing like day after day to fill these cloudy nights
my lungs are empty again, we all grew up without a thing to say
another day has gone and another joke in my face.
I saw you come as I`ll watch you go
I`d better if my eyes were closed