tell me i am coming in to reason in your mind
tell me that you needed a filthy friend
because i can be to bitter sometimes
just like you
what kind off frustrated love do you like
you always hunted sheltered in me

your arome
pierced to the skin i fish
than you follow me down
with me inside off you

did you turned into a blackhole silence
did you turned into a living thing
i wont let you know
how you infect
how you inject this desire
i wont let you know

and you move this apart
as you rotten like flowers
and you are trasparent by my side
as i wish i were death
so kill me

would you tell me what you want to hear
because i can be to bitter sometimes
would you tell me what you need to hear
because i can be to bitter sometimes

do you have any idea off 
how it all feels
how it is to 
how with out you
i have enough off 
is this real
this is all so cynical