The lost

The lost
Lost in the chaos of world like a strange
demon we kill with our looks
giving exstasy to a false widow we playon
weak strings of life
I'd like to travel to the times to the
times of flourishing craft walk through
the night in the dark woods
and shout ghosts
of darkness
lost...

lost in the chaos of world like a strange
demon we kill with our looks
I am a sad wanderer
a lonely visions of dreams
I am a sad wanderer someone even stole my hate
hate!!!
and what was before
will remain as a sweet mistery anyway...