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My friend, what do you put in your drink

 The taste is strange, this thing stinks

 In your eyes, is so red to see

 It seems you're laughing at me

 Enjoying your sweet surprise

 Behind your simulated lies

 They say: the death is a curse

 But to start a war they make worse

 Lower clouds around the road

 Overshadowing your pure soul

 Your words turns so senseless

 Making echoes to your penitence

 The crying starts to get high

 Maybe it's time to you try

 Flying over all the holes

 There's somewhere we got to go now

 Maybe you can't make stop

 Or decrease the time of the clock

 But you'll like when she knock's at your door

 She can decrease your gloom

 Purple drink is shining in the backroom

 You will like to smell the perfume

 Your bottle is empty

 Your head is full of sound

 Your vision is so clean now

 Deadly treasures are found

 The fire is shining

 Through your mad black eyes

 Thirsty for suicide

 All your reason is blind

 Maybe you can't make stop

 Or decrease the time of the clock

 But you'll like when she knock's at your door

 She can decrease your gloom

 Purple drink is shining in the backroom

 You will like to smell the perfume