I run as fast as I can
And never appreciate
Only flawless men can be so unfortunate
Almost unborn that I was
So I spilled my tears into bottom made of glass
So I spilled my tears into bottom made of glass

I like when fear lies on my chest
He knows what form is the past
I like when fear lies on my chest
He knows what form is the
What form is the past

I hide in the bottle
And go and free the current
I cause disaster, that’s my best friend
In the high grass it’s a lot of fever
Though it’s only green blades everybody can feel ray
Open the gates, can feel ready, open the gates

I hide in the bottle
And go and free the current
I cause disaster, that’s my best friend
In the high grass it’s a lot of fever
Though it’s only green blades everybody can feel ray
Open the gates, can feel ready, open the gates

I like when fear lies on my chest
He knows what form is the past
I like when fear lies on my chest
He knows what form is the past