Dirty thirty, life is gone astray
shuttered glass, a bloody mess
with a word I shot her down
broke the strings and played along…

She was water, I was fire
burning hearts with wild desire,
wicked dreams and unchained will
I was made to run hot steel…

Hard rock bands and motor heads
I threw out the soul I had
and drew holes inside my chest
to pour out the deadly mist…

Thirteen bottles in the drawer
I raced one after the other,
years are lost and youth is worn
something must be very wrong…

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