Energetic kind – everything is done with proper mind.
Peaches of life I want I crave to be yours so you’re mine And we hold each others time In time with time after so many years in despair and disdain.
Claymore and a cloak Hitler has no cock But he has a Stache And he knows nothing about my hidden Glock.
Hit the killer with rottweiler I gonna bite thine toughness With strict order of prosaic choreness.
She has just enough to live on by on her own I stay alone I dream along I wish to break it all However something stops me And this are the plans The scars The pains The paints And gold I’ll break free I promise I will fly towards thee.
Drunk to unknown end Here in Deutshcland I stand and understand I understand From frame to Gorhic brandy ist mein Fruend Ich habe kein problem Ich habe null und zero dillem. Aber something is missing.