Cold.
Rain.
Insane.
Brain.
Red.
Blood.
Sex.
Money.
Dust.
Feelings.
Lust.
There's nothing in this words separately.But if you'll connect them in one thought....

Cold rain...Gray sky.No sun,no vitamins,no fun.
This shit driving me insane.My brain is screaming...it begs for mercy.For some adrenaline-indorphine shit.
Her hair...red like blood....Sex...Sex-sex-sex...All you can think about is sex.Not even money...You don't have 'em.But you dont care.
All you want is to wake up whith her,feel her warm body.....red hair...Lust.All this feelings...

There's nothing in this words..only feelings...

This was created by insomniac brain of a simple looser like you,or me..like everybody in this fuckin' world.
Stop thinking that you're special..that you have a purpose..Forget it.You don't have it.
All of you...you'll turn to dust.