The question is not "how to border the life"

My time is a dangerous pleasure that confines.

The city sleeps now as a darkened shrine

I am responsible to be alive.

The speedy life drifting ahead

My speedy life won't make you sad

The speedy life whispering mate

My speedy life don't hesitate

Requiered respite, no respect at all

Street weared in black and the abandoned whore

We are still ready to introduce pain

My contribution: "don't dip in the same"

Suddenly all my life doesn't seems such a waste

I passed through it all...well

with my band in the face of twilight we're still the same.

So let wour life grow!

Grey tuxedo in my very old case

sometimes reminds me that I've been a chase.

Upgraded version of latest desease

but life likes itself as a mouse eating cheese!