[Jon Ho]

I can feel my hot blood through my veins.
I can feel the pain eating my brain.
Smells like dying time
But i stay here, quiet but so alone.
Once upon à time : nothing
For now and ever.
I'm down in the Layne's hole
Waiting for my last hanghover, maybe.
Down six feet under
Waiting for my own agony.
I hate the fucking you as much as i loved you
I don't give a shit, keep my hand.
And fly me to the moon