there's just no time or hours,
or ugly sluts or cows,
there where green grass grows.
There's no drugs or weeds,
only things she needs,
it's not good place for you,
but i see it too.
Place is clear as your mind,
that's the thing you might find.
There's many thing like ours,
but there's just no eating hours.
Its' a place in your head,
there's no ghost under your bed,
it's not only a dream,
that's place for you to scream,
there's no feelings at all,
before you fall.
When you fall through the sky,
you can feel the tear in your eye,
it's so painful for you
to see what you've been through.
You see bodies all around,
they are on the Death's ground.
It's not heaven at all,
it's like hell where you'll fall.
"It's not real what you see"
says my mind for me,
"there are so many lies,
as much as butterflies,
lullabies,
so just don't believe them,
cause you don't need 'em.
