Singing to a demon I’ve willingly called
Follow after the imprints
I'll raise my cupped hands and occupy
Walking across the poorly lit street
An Art-Deco obsession
Little noise I sang out of my mouth
You didn’t notice the disco bell
Psalms of the silent
You see only me:
Obsession in the middle of a burning fire
Make a wife. Sick fuck
You would do anything
Do you support me?
This is not a ticket to a good life
Pierrot-painted mask
Fool of a clown
