Bubble Bath - Mechanical Poet

Another day of shameful living’s coming to an end

Twelve hours of jests and hurting words that Mickey’s used to stand

A daily dose of cruel gibes, a sorrow’s set in emerald eyes

Who the hell needs such a being when the dying looks so nice?

Pleasant smell of bubble bath

Slow, slow, slow, slow down your breath

Let the life flow out of veins

Do you really think it’s gonna ease your pains?

A nagging hurt of dirty pranks is tearing her apart

How could they all be so unkind and stab her in the heart?

Sweet-scented foam is getting red while scarlet drops are dripping

A final whiff of Mary Jane before a long and quiet sleeping

Pleasant smell of bubble bath

Slow, slow, slow, slow down your breath

Let the life flow out of veins

Do you really think it’s gonna ease your pains?

«How could you be so unkind?

How could you be so unkind?

How could you all be so blind and make me live that way?!»

Pleasant smell of bubble bath

Slow, slow, slow, slow down your breath

Let the life flow out of veins

Do you really think it’s gonna ease your pains?

Pleasant smell of bubble bath

Slow, slow, slow, slow down your breath

Let the life flow out of veins

Do you really think it’s gonna ease your pains?