Testo
In me you'll see dirt flows freely
But you may find that my thoughts are unkind
Pure life needs knife, cuts off my life
But as you see, hurting you you bless me
I always wanted to cry after the act close my eyes
I always longed for the deep then I just wanted to sleep
Blood stream cruel dream, never make clean
Down by my side I feel safe when I hide
So you can see that my thought are for me
