I see bloody streets, and white Calvary, I'd rather be
Spiritual, filling my head with different memories
Thoughts consuming me, fueling my insecurities
As i look again i see differently as misery came to me
In a form of a man with no face no identity
I won't love i won't trust
Dont you mind on me
I managed to love you
How divine it be
Body fails as I OD on different memories
Broken shattered dreams
I'm so fucking numb
My life has become
More then a simple night, alone
In the African cold