just a bit more, we will be well
like a treadmill, what a hell
i see no end, let's drown ourselves
listen, can you hear the bustles
no, because you are in the hustle
oh it's morning again
adrenaline begins
raise your voices
alcohol, curb them noises
it's burning low,
don't let me go
turn back, stop the bleeding
hand's out, will you keep leaving
the moon's here to depart with your lies
and all the swallowed cries
what an expensive fate
paying for it with my hate
or shall i say it's all a bait
for me to fill up the ocean
with my emotion
