Enclosed me with a thorn I'm sick
I can stand seem like grass again
Unsteady because counted feat
I must black down me in myself
Cuttin' shine.. their rotten river
My crash is a real illusion fuckin' try
However I can get your grass
Broken dream will go to your dream
Gibe me helping hand it's not true
I'm in mirror it's not true
Escape me.. tell me out..
Warm days are completely over