i guess.. this is the rain whisper in my head..
..just the falling leaf sound, they are finding the rest on the ground..
where in the next day their bodies will be stampt down..
in the dirt.. like my soul.. again.. and again.. and.. again..

in the midnight only light of my cigarette.. reveals the darkness..
i close my eyes and turn the music sound louder..
i stick my self with thismagic venom.. and let my world turn me around.. and it plunges me down..
in the deep alleys.. where is shadow of you.. rulling its own game..

i am bound, bound to you.. with this invissible collar..
you are leading this theatre called "my life"..
im like a puppet here.. without my will
it is stronger.. stronger than me. damn.