Too much thinking
can ruin you.
That's the style.
Chaos is in.
Imagining your death is almost a sentimental feeling.
Giving a massage with a knife blade.
Writing a love song with a loaded gun.
Breaking concrete with your face
is what dreaming disaster is like.
That's the style.
Chaos is in.
1,2,3,die
This is what dreaming diaster is like.
I will watch the sky until your ghost flies high,
and crashes into a shooting star.
Blood is not enough for you to redeem yourself.
Blood is not enough...
words by frank osler music by clc