( Another Boxed Crying )

Tes cheveux et ma peau

Pretty little thing

No, hot little thing

A drunk-seen smile before the breakfast

Found some fink pills in my pocket

Was it you, wandering around my pocket?

Some shadow curse upon our nothing

All white ones by the trail of dead

Red lantern girls always try to get rid of me, baby

From the cell door, to anothe gallow

Cutting her hair around the family bonfire

Listening sweetly to the sound of the lashing ghost bats

Until

At last

With Ruckus

We'll fall into the taste of tea.

..fink - all cried out