The question is not "how to border the life" My time is a dangerous pleasure that confines. The city sleeps now as a darkened shrine I am responsible to be alive. The speedy life drifting ahead My speedy life won't make you sad The speedy life whispering mate My speedy life don't hesitate Requiered respite, no respect at all Street weared in black and the abandoned whore We are still ready to introduce pain My contribution: "don't dip in the same" Suddenly all my life doesn't seems such a waste I passed through it all...well with my band in the face of twilight we're still the same. So let wour life grow! Grey tuxedo in my very old case sometimes reminds me that I've been a chase. Upgraded version of latest desease but life likes itself as a mouse eating cheese!