Tekstovi: Dark. Endless Dreams Of Sadness. Fool.

Why do you play with fire
and run towards disaster
your head is filled with drugs
rid of all realizations

It slows time to a dimension
you're flying through your brainspace
you've created a land of milk and honey
where everything seems to be funny

You forget drugs' danger
your life lost every kind of value
you fall into a hole
but no one is there to help you

Why do you play with fire
and run towards disaster
your head is filled with drugs
rid of all realizations

You're a fucking fool
with drugs you are a tool
you're lying with your stinking breath
sorry you are near to death

Why do you play with fire
and run towards disaster
your head is filled with drugs
rid of all realizations

It slows time to a dimension
you're flying through your brainspace
you've created a land of milk and honey
where everything seems to be funny

You forget drugs' danger
your life lost every kind of value
you fall into a hole
but no one is there to help you

Why do you play with fire
and run towards disaster
your head is filled with drugs
rid of all realizations