In haste
Dear friend
I do not speak a lot
Do not believe them
It's a rumour on a coin
Stay away from salons
Spirits embrace is long gone
Spirits embrace is long gone
There's no speakers of the house
Summers open sea is helpful
In my horizon I can clearly regard
(No speakers of the house)
My enemies, you know
I've never ever ever been sanguine
As if twinkling blood could be confused with a boil
The wolves in my veins are foul
And let me tell you something hey
If they declare you round the bend
Don't listen to them
Don't listen to them
Don't listen to them
I'm game
I'm being hunted
And these bastards will not give up
My fists already tightened
I'm chased to death and frightened
I write you this in haste and
I press your hand in mine
