Coming back after the bars
After the infinite happiness
So lonely, without a soul, as the sound of our heart beats out
And the sound of the cars, seems like a fantasy of mine
It’s me dreaming of a sexual action
I am just myself again
Domestic wastelife is the pain of Knowing
That you’ve nothing to worry about
No pain, no love
Nobody’s ugly now in the perfect dream of human construction
A black cloud fills my white soul
Back from the Bars
No happy at all
Without a soul
No pain, No love