Monochromatic sky and no money grows on trees,
She is just a little wicked witch that burned down the fields,
Like she is cinematic overdramatic,
And shot me down for her to please,
Her attitude is a bit complicated to me.
All the small things I had to give was never enough but she creeds,
nothingness is all I have in my jeans pockets,
So she leaves.
I'm too drunk to fight and for God's sake I'm my own enemy.
Someone sabotaged me,
because my heart beats fast enough, and I hear her voice in my ears that's why they're still ringing.
Why does my howl sound like an animal growl?
Let me in, I can't find a way out, was more than just somebody on her passenger seat,
Listed to all her problems, was there when she needed me,
But now she needles me with the truth I could no longer keep,
So was it wrong telling somebody what she did?
I will not break from her weight that she shouldered on me, can fight on a bloody evil way,
her weakness is always near,
if I want I'll destroy everything, because there is more darkness in me than she believed.
Drank from aqua regia, equipped for the toxic rhythmic chant, or I might be soon dead.
