I'm drawing with black paint
A dumb word on the wall
This word is not important for me
This word is not new for you
It's vain for me
It's necessary for you
I'm drawing with black paint
I'm drawing crookedly
Bullet in the heart
Brain on the door
Halo and wings
We're putting on a white robe
Souls in heaven
We put it in a box
We let it go
Time is 20: 10 again
We're not together now
You're sitting in the corner and crying
Maybe you're fooling me
I enjoy listening to you
Open only your soul to me
Thoughts won't be needed here
The time is 20: 20 again
