The smile I've borrowed from today... days of light days of mistakes. And when I'm going to cross my frail illusions all my thoughts turn into a feeble breath of wind. And everytime I'm losing my control, and everytime I've tried to do my best fire put me in shiny chains. Some time ago I was a queen...
... my black angels... ready to die for me. But then a frog k**ed all my guilt with a rad sneer. My guilt was that I had no fear. For all the time I'm losing that glossy light, for all the time I've tried to do my best, fire is still burning my precious sorrow.