This hands are stained on red colour for all the times I murdered on my dreams, I've murdered with a big passion. We will wash those times when you said to loved me. Because you are dead, you'll be dead, you can be in peace , because only in my dreams I'm able to kill. We'll forget all those times that we spent together. We'll cheer about all has vanished with a cheap vodka or with some beer if you want, if you want a litte more.
The red suits you well, it mix well with your eyes and your skin, the red suits you well, blood red. I gave you everything you wanted it, what I had I gave it to you, now only bad memories remains.