Из альбома: The Butterfly Collection
The blood... red... flowing
A lifeless draining two dead
One on the way,
How is that for control?
Irresponsible!
You paid with their lives in full
With your good friends dead
Tell me how will you live?
Stained walls, a dark memory
Of the night hat you did...
Drive drunk...
In control? You were not
When you crashed in the pole
So, very avoidable!
But your friends are dead now
you see your friends all dead now
In the early wakening hours... dripping with sweat