Testo: Blood Spencer. ...The Distance Remains. Dead Postman.

Well, look man.
All I'm saying is
that if I ever start referring to these as the best years of my life
remind me to kill myself.

Dearest Myself
I always wondered where you are,
when I found you on a shelf,
next to a doll and a car,
you were dirty and used,
throwing hate and abuse,
a contradiction to itself, it doesn?t matter,
I BURNED THE SHELF!!!!!!!!

Selfish, an overdoes routine
blinded, by a treasure so keen
on dying for his believes
master, you?re just a fake too

Just two ugly strangers passing by
suddenly I realized they were
you and I
Now it fells like H. in vain, jumping out a plane
drowning yourself without feeling the pain

Selfish, an overdosed routine
blinded, by a treasure so keen
on dying for his believes
master, you?re just a fake to me

We could be surrender

Dearest myself,
how have you been
I chased the bloodsteps down the streets of sin

We should be surrender

What?
The last chance to be.. what?