Diary Of Dreams Drop Dead

Drop deadpermanently gorgeous In the mood to lose control Go leave me as my best friend, (but please) stay out of sight I hunger for the next onetonight Are you cleaned in your soul Or is a victim the one who speaks the truth What can you tell about a person with a gun Come on, give up, give up My little servant is just like a tattoo You cannot wash it off you cannot seem to let it go Maybe it may be, that you need shelter Run for help, run for miles and find no one to blame I cannot see you I cannot feel you I cannot sense the distance to you (at all)