A lot of plants
seem like trees
A lot of iron
Leaving me
Burning lungs
It’s easy to sleep
Get high by the absinth
(Is our wish)
Get scared by nothing
(Is our dream)
Milky man running on the floor
That’s why I need some more
Fucking old man
Holding gold key
He closed the gate
God be with me!
Down in the hell
It’s hard to breathe