Blood Stain Child - Cyber Green

Disparage face! --Not ride high!-- I can't mold (my) life I can't dive no throwaway gush on (my) melted road Everyday...everyday... I stay in my room like a parasite in a womb time is going.. i feel unmanned paradise like a paradise on the world a nettle in ten kohls fades down by my fall like a parasite in a womb am i lost? in my voice when the night falls like a paradise on the world I feel empty in everything yeah when the singe of smile wails here is just not my life for my way everything is fate hear!..you are crying out (a) phone call is deep inside if your larks phone my wave but i'm alive... I never hate some parades But I am...