it's wet and cold
the fall unfolds
all colors turn to one
all trees are bold
I sold my soul
disspasionate and fun

with a time to whine
look at all crimes
I start to find new ways
but there's no desire
to choose the wire
And I'll burn in the flames

it's wet and cold
someone has told
the thoughts reflect on me
suppose it's truth
and all my youth
an evil sanity

reliefed from stars
accepted scars
but may be there're no choice
an endless charm
in released mind
enclosed the inner voice