Chemist from Hell

Loser, why it is so hard to  get lost inside my mind?
I was breathing with hatred,and my leaving is  close.
The hope or sunbeam - that is all that I want to find,
Except of antidote from boredom, from selection or from foes.

Leave me alone, I was disappointed and lost in  reflection.
That is all that I can show, blurring reality, moves like infection.
And I dont know how long they should stand,
But this world full of cold - that is not my dreamland.

Just call a chemist from hell,
And I will appear in a second.
One freedom - one product for sale.
But this stuff isn't cure on which you bargained.

Just call a chemist from hell,
And I will save you from  beaten path.
One freedom - one product to sell.
But don't offer me your thirst or your wrath.

Just call me chemist from hell.


I've experienced this fall, and I will survive this pain,
Now the sympathy - a ghost, and I don't try to walk away.
As a doping for tonight and a meds to save this day, I will choose my pure disdain,
So, please, stop screaming, so please, stop shouting.

Just call a chemist from hell,
And I will appear in a second.
One freedom - one product for sale.
But this stuff isn't cure on which you bargained.

Just call a chemist from hell,
And I will save you from  beaten path.
One freedom - one product to sell.
But don't offer me your thirst or your wrath.

Just call me chemist from hell.



But no matter how I'm trying, mind still has the bleeding stain.
All the chemicals, that I used, couldn't took my pain away.