IRC-Galleria

I'm writing a letter to my escape
that will turn into our collapse
Scares the hell out of me
but all the nice things must flee

It's end of our freedom
Letter wroted in bloody form
As you try to gain it back
the reaper is knocking our back
The game where you can't win
There is two dices with no luck

Last year of madness (Madness!)
It took too much
Relationship of sadness (Sadness!)
Then came Death with a mess

It's end of our freedom
Letter wroted in bloody form
As you try to gain it back
the reaper is knocking our back
The game where you can't win
There is two dices with no luck