I met you in a thunder of solitude 
I caught you by the arm; 
We use to call this fog life, 
Just a nightmare-painted blur. 
 
I will cover myself in sheets. 
I will paint the walls black. 
And your blood will be my ink. 
And your heart will be my [bad word]  
 
Feel your hatred rising, 
And my satisfaction exploding. 
Your happiness, my sorrow. 
Your happiness, my sorrow. 
 
Should’ve known before that kiss.  [bad word] to you,  [bad word] in vain onto you. 
Let’s not and say we did. 
 
Bleak escape, a flight of steps, 
I’m heading North without a chance. 
Different borders, different snow. 
I hope I’ll get to heal those wounds.