Love and instinct will eat your body
Feature of hate is still on my view
I write my book of the great madness
There is a skeleton
slashing a little child’s bed
If my eyes can cry I will cry
Deep laugh is a cure,
which is not mine
Two days seems like two months
We are running to destruction
And nobody can admit
So close to death I feel now
I heard there are creatures
that eat your brain
Why you didn’t tell me before
I haven’t asked
So close to death with instinct
We live in the age
of so many religions
Nobody can help each other
Can I tell something
and you will keep silence
Evil will get into your mind