Kdk121

Ici KDK12 appelle KDK1...

I can't stop thinking the chance's not gone.

I failed but I go on life,
I still don't know who I am.

With a bullet in the head of my inner rage,
I tear my face with a rose of lies.

I can't stop thinking the chance's not gone.
I can't stop to run, and run against you

You see my brain burns, nothing's left to do.

Now I'm floating in the absolute naught,
where no subtance's no warmth.

Howling cryings have softly caught the quietness

Of the place
where fly peaceful thoughts of rest and earned death.