The Smokers

Watching TV, live without respect and esteem

Window of summer, enter fresh air of evening, a stupid film

Demostration of decay; sad of myself and looking part of the world

I should break the screen, eat all photos; but night is coming

Do you wanna a company?

I am the smoker, lost in smoke, when I wait an idea to get the breeze out, I disappear

I'm the sleeper, hint in emphasis, when all the drags go up in smoke

I tremble in pain...

Light a stick, inhale, my polluted lungs! from fingers to mouth

Your facelines in the dark

Allow one day to dejected

I've already burnt my lips once

I'm the smoke, I'm here again, you're my smoker

Our deadly win

One stick again

One flame for me, alone

Tomorrow as today, smoke calls smoke, my own with severity of loser, but I don't it. docile ash over the room

Sit like a statue

All around is gray and blue, I never wouldn't finish to regret

Even if I left seal of dream, ray light hits me by lunarsea

No brakes for shaken mind, fit for purpose