Diary Of Dreams - Drop Dead Lyrics
Drop dead-permanently gorgeousIn the mood to lose controlGo leave me as my best friend, (but please)stay out of sightI hunger for the next one-tonightAre you cleaned in your soul?Or is a victim the one who speaks the truth?What can you tell about a person with a gun?Come on, give up, give up!My little servant is just like a tattooYou cannot wash it off - you cannot seem to let it goMaybe it may be, that you need shelterRun for help, run for miles and find no one to blame!I cannot see youI cannot feel youI cannot sense the distance to you (at all)