Rotten Star

Guess, guess, guess, rotten star

Falling into his favourite vomit

You got it, it's so sad, but it's all right!

It came to kiss your palm, and swallow what you are...

Listen to my words

It came to steal what's left, from what you've got in

this world...

The sweet crash of an angry angel again

Today, the next day, is that the morning after again?

Guess, guess, guess where the exit is?

Exciting side of light that can't even exist

You got it, it's so sad but it's all right!

It's time to fly back home, to see what you really are

I think you've got to see this

It's time to make from what's left a little lie, in this

world

The sweet crash of an angry angel again

Today, the next day, is that the morning after again?

Cause now, it's what you are

I'm sick of my job, I'm sick of your face, I'm sick of

your story, sick of these days, sick of my runaway, sick

of the truth, sick of sex and six past six. Don't try me

once more

I don't now why? Is it for me? Is it for real?