Witchfriend

My Personal Murderer

I wish there were drugs
In my mother's uterus
Instead of her water
That led me far away

I dream I had a car
With a fire in a gas tank
If I only Knew
How long I'll wait for You

I'll be your Witchfriend
'till You burn me on your fire

Escrita por: Yevgen Chebotarenko