But where does the strange emotion what fascinates me provided that it bothers me?
I shudder stabbed by the beautiful it's like knife in the soul, the wound through my heart
and i have the joy in the pain, i get drunk this poison a reason to lose...
It is the Good that hurts
When you worship quite normal, your hatred take pleasure,
it's so good to suffer, succombs to the charm, give your tears.
It is the good that hurts
when you worship quite common place,
your pain, the real delight, go through the torture,
drop weapons, give your tears.
I feel violent impulses
i feel slipping towards the bottom
If i do not know where does this evil
It's in my skin and i like it.
Enchanted by the mad ideas
Suddenly my wishlist fly
The desire becomes my prison
a reason to lose, i am so addict...
לפני 14 שנים. 8 בדצמבר 2009 בשעה 8:34