I wake up.
Yet another morning with a heavy make up
and the headache, both too bad to mention.
I take shower, not before the pill.
Hello, my friend Benalgin!
The water - one can boil an egg with.
Try to warm a raw heart through the skin.
Makes me feel i’m back to where i’ve been
Under world made up of better sins
I can’t eat, don’t make me!
I know what you see, but do you understand it?
Not much is left to your imagination.
Damaged goods by failed intentions.
I’ve made it to the coffee.
I take no sugar, milk and promises
Clothes are just another way
To live a life in chains
I am not a rib.
I don’t talk to strangers.
If i’m not good enough for Heaven
Please, don’t make me wake up.