Nerves of steal
ready for a thrill.
The night is going down,
the darkness looks like clown.
But according to my will
I’ve been waiting for this chill.

On crossroads.. Yes, you are.
But where is your pill?
The one which makes you healed.
Oh, is it my kissing of rebuilt?

Wearing the crown of shame,
whoever am I due to blame?
Inside out my soul
is like haunted house, although…
sheltered have I been with friends
in front of me’s a tunnel with no trends.
Dwadling all night long…
now you’re here, then you’re gone.