Drop Dead — Diary of Dreams

Drop dead-permanently gorgeous In the mood to lose control

Go leave me as my best friend, (but please) stay out of sight I hunger for the next one-tonight

Are you cleaned in your soul? Or is a victim the one who speaks the truth?

What can you tell about a person with a gun? Come on, give up, give up!

My little servant is just like a tattoo You cannot wash it off - you cannot seem to let it go

Maybe it may be, that you need shelter Run for help, run for miles and find no one to blame!

I cannot see you I cannot feel you I cannot sense the distance to you (at all)