The Life Of a Criminal

And when the touch-screen keyboard doesn't work
cause your hands are stained by blood
how can I call you, boss?
And when the dead body is in the bathtub
the telephone rings, I just hurry up
when could I scream, smoothly?
but when the bill is coming to the end
I'll need another one who wants me to rent
How can I find that guy?
I scream for help from inside
where's that power?
So cast the dice

And when the gun is burning inside my pocket
the bullets know their destiny, victim's heart
can I keep myself still?
And when I went upstairs with my anger
something known was around, in that house
My scream was too loud
an aftertaste in my mouth
that blood of Queen
fucked my soul, I mean
I fell to the floor
quickly the cops came from outside
her face was kind, I was blind
Now death is my home
Sorry for this sad song
But the Goddess before me
was my mom
was my mom
I won't love anymore

Chinese Vase

I always saw you as
a little black vase with pearls
around of it and that
will not change my life
just for a moment
but I know how funky I am

a great, slim self, check
how beautiful you are
with your white dress and
that vintage curly
hair, my brain now is just a mess

my Chinese vase, come on
make me feel the fire put on you
I know you can be brighter than
fireplace
 where we met, oh

you have a black-hole in the eyes
so they are pulling me through
or trying to bite
what I got inside
ease it, be kind

keep yourself in there
inside of this glass box
museum style
I'd like stealing you
just for seconds to
love your shape and make
you know how deeply I'm in love
with a vase

I'm love with a vase!
still and out of faith!