God's Own Fairytales - The Dust Of Basement

Life will stay

In emotional violence

We will stay

In depressive silence

Price of life

Price of fairytales

Price of romance

And beauty dead

Backgrounds full

Full of hurricans

Dreadful dreams

Of murdered souls

Tell me now

God’s own fairytales

Child’s aggression

It’s like a burning light

Now forever young

It’s like died