IRC-Galleria

Rusty chain, lament over freedom with oozed tears
Sin of opening legs that were refused, desire, weakness, blubber crazily
What is the real freedom for you? I am tired of hearing vague replies
Is the real freedom for you death? Please commit vague suicide right now
Lost footing in a spiral staircase, laughing and shouting like a screaming machine, you are almost there
In front of the real hopeless life ahead of it ... nobody helps you
I want to be loved more than anybody, being backbitten again
Terminate sweet days that produce stickiness
Supressed night when laughter changed into a scream
Even that girl who was a friend pretends not to see it
bye bye trading bye bye trading
give me ... your love
Please to the dry mouth ... yours
I want to be loved more than anybody, being backbitten again
Terminate sweet days that produce stickiness
Children who are born while laughter changes into scream
Pretend not to see it every time my love vanishes