Damage -

Coming back after the bars

After the infinite happiness

So lonely, without a soul, as the sound of our heart beats out

And the sound of the cars, seems like a fantasy of mine

It’s me dreaming of a sexual action

I am just myself again

Domestic wastelife is the pain of Knowing

That you’ve nothing to worry about

No pain, no love

Nobody’s ugly now in the perfect dream of human construction

A black cloud fills my white soul

Back from the Bars

No happy at all

Without a soul

No pain, No love