The wind reversed my words.
C'mon, blame me.
See, my flowers almost dead.

If the queen will give you wine,
You won't dare to refuse.
 [bad word] 

I sleep with a murderer,
Two-Face, hey,
Will we throw a coin?
Heads or Tails!! You know!

Verse II.

Repository of my dirt.
I'm consumed of vein disease.
I think that they are looking for new home.
Milk envelops my body.
I'm wrapped of the ground.
Jesus is back. And your bones take me home.