Ping Of Sorrow

Am I looking it for true?
Am I dealing it for free?
Can I die?
Can I die for it?
I am leaving in the spawn.
I am fear in the crown.
Not to me.
It’s not to me.
Yellow silence is in my flat.
And red eyes are on my head.
I’m afraid
My self
I’m afraid
My self
I’m mad.
It is chill to sorrow, need for break.
It is feel my morrow, leap for peak.
I can’t lie.
I can’t lie myself.
Am I feeding it for sleet?
Am I heeding it for greed?
Is it for me?
Is it for lie for me?...
Yellow silence is in my flat.
And red eyes are on my head.
I’m afraid
My self
I’m afraid
My self
I’m mad.
Bridge:
-Baby, baby… I want to kiss your crazy lips.
- Daddy, daddy… You are maniac and unarchist.
- My sweet sugar… I want to prove your damage eyes.
- You are so old… Till little time….You will be dying…

Am I looking it for true?
Am I dealing it for free?
Can I die?
Can I die for it?
Am I feeding it for sleet?
Am I heeding it for greed?
Is it for me?
Is it for lie for me?...
Yellow silence is in my flat.
And red eyes are on my head.
I’m afraid
My self
I’m afraid
My self
I’m mad.(8 раз)