Hypogeum

In my headlights ...
Really worth it ...
In my headlights really pain ...
In my candles really the horror ...
In my embarrassment really lanterns

I've resigned with thick eye
I stopped dead as perpetual ...
As I left my desolate hypogeum
Now run out of messages
I remain ignored
Now quiet, quiet, no inclination
Sunk in the shadows
Let Down
Left behind ...
Come and nárrame the story
That caused me horror
That caused me terror
Come and tell me
As I left as
As desolate me
As bury me
In my soul let the pain
In my soul let the tragedy
Penalty
In my soul left only pain
And agony
In my soul woke up wailing and whining
(This is it?
It's all the time?
Is that all?
Come one come and kiss me
Touch my soul
Let's do it already ...)