As the police entered the room the smell of jack infected the air.
And than she might give you such a simple task with grace and as easiness involving a plane crash.
There on the floor highlighted in red lied a girl.
Her possession of immortal beauty brought the sincerest form of irony to this seemingly tragic display of lust verses love.
A harmless shade of black around her.
Smile and close the shades and the lights and lets fire a candle.
It´s black on black on black and it´s such a shame that she could not resist keeping the only hint of red strictly to her fingernails.
So I thought to myself, Jump, it isn´t worth it to your sake.

LET´S GO!!

So fucking go off with your four some fucking friends, and when you see me looking like a fucking homicide.
Just fucking cry and let me play this song, yes this means, no one can know about us.

Just let me kill you why´d we ever get the fucking shit.
And when your girl comes running to you with my fucking head.
So much in us that you dream he´d fucking fall asleep, but your dreams about my love is never ending