Ass hole is runing on a boulevard
when year losed a nightmare to look forward

There is no lack of ur demon mind always
you to speak slowly and clearly
alike to kill something

No future and no reminiscent

Run to crazy
your smiling face to call me angel
say i’m not good choose for u

Run to crazy
your smiling face to call me angel
say you still care about me

To indulge in sabre-rattling kiss ur dreams
jealousy to enter
possess to interlace

The demon’s kiss under a boulevard
when year losed a desire to look forward


Then
blood red to my lip


For a while