Testo Twisted Game

There's a din outside my door
like a fill by Simon Wright
my head boom boom booming
out of atrophied frame

There's a strange man in my bed
but my memory is blind
I think it's your fault, fault fault if I get drunk every night

I said that I would never loved
a perfect Jerk without heart so
I gotta fix, stamping out your lie

I buried my reckless love
with a bottle of Gin
my head is burn burn burning
I'm tried to giving back to you

You're the killer of my brain
seems like a twisted game
I mark the borders
you want to break me down
I said that I would never loved
a perfect jerk without heart
so I got fix, stamping out your lies