Vicissitude... if only you were not you
When your soul is in blue velvet hue
Trying to change for somebody new
You've changed but you've just made your self a foe.
Weird... I remember something that did not happened
A thing or two that should have happened
Too coward to do it with my own bare hands
I can't take it back, I've gone too far from the end.
Fly on a cake... like apple pies with worms inside
Foul smelling - decayed from behind and side to side
A million dollar for a cup of sour milk and old bread crumbs
In a tortured scenery you feel so numd.
Smile... its heaven in a hell
A friend in foe's cradle
Courage... it's glorious madness
In a teardrop of sweet sadness.