You are road to hell with no warnings
signs are dead from this cold and not knowing
that life is a mod, unpleasant cloth that binds us in bed

Fly like a bird, one in a third will run from your arms

Flames are gone


We are two but our minds control one
those times when danger was the only way for fun

Death is a gate, revival or a hole with no buttom
one in a third, flies like a bird and the rest stays in shadows


Flames are gone

Go give me kiss, kiss

I'll give you cold, this