Light"s made for bringing a life, but it"s dead.
It"s the Antichrist sign on the bottom of glass with black wine.
"No", tell me "no", don"t be scared:
In this venomous mess your sweet "no" sounds better than "yes".
I am a disfiguired lust:
I"m unreal, I"m insane since my memory makes me feel shame.
Now free your eyes from the dust:
Savior brought nothing new, you chose lie, as it"s better than truth.