Guess, guess, guess, rotten star
Falling into his favourite vomit
You got it, itâs so sad, but itâs all right!
It came to kiss your palm, and swallow what you are...
Listen to my words
It came to steal whatâs left, from what youâve got in this world...
The sweet crash of an angry angel again
Today, the next day, is that the morning after again?
Guess, guess, guess where the exit is?
Exciting side of light that canât even exist
You got it, it's so sad but itâs all right!
Itâs time to fly back home, to see what you really are
I think youâve got to see this
Itâs time to make from whatâs left a little lie, in this world
The sweet crash of an angry angel again
Today, the next day, is that the morning after again?
Cause now, itâs what you are
Iâm sick of my job, Iâm sick of your face, Iâm sick of your story, sick of these days, sick of my runaway, sick of the truth, sick of sex and six past six. Donât try me once more
I donât now why? Is it for me? Is it for real?