Blender Thoughts Blind Scars

Blender Thoughts Blind Scars
What if the second sunrise hurt’s?
Don’t want to harm
Pleasure beside the hall
I mean next door
Surviving for money
crawling still burns your dreams
crash the lips against the wall again
cry while fuc*** a whore
and beneath the devil him self
oh falling down to your knees
prying for being sober
try to recognize me now
try to recognize me now
you’re gone