For a minute there, just a minute there, I lost myself. Feel dark shaded melodies ringing, skies of blue and white covering the crimes I commit. Got nothing to say but cannot stay quiet in this wicked world, I hate it to the bones giving my flesh on this sacred shrine of lies and lies and lies and suicidal tendencies or whatever you may call it. It’s dark in here and quiet. Just turn my back on it and forget about my condemned feelings. For a second there, just a second there, I found myself.
