Little Dead Bertha Get To Like Me
Melancholy by cause of holyday
Inflated air balls
By bleeding of chime
Run after refuse
Get to like me...
Endless flight after deadly sign
In my soul dislike to light
Crazy dreams break my real life
In my soul dislike to light
Extending the road, cloted remorse
To the last truth, to the light hand
The winged witness by lead blessing
Untrampled snow of morning event
Under writhe of gypsy Satir
Turned sour wine
Has falling like red grapes
All that can I do
