Buffalo 021 - Pheno, goto eight

Your shape of eyes was perfect

Your skin so innocent

I love your soul but you

Inspire me for bullet

Your shape of eyes was perfect

Your skin so innocent

I love your soul but you

Inspire me for…

I don’t need any type of meds

Any type of conversation

Feel myself like sick puppy

And little depressed

I fucked up everywhere

You know…

From running dreams till your death

Hope you’ll find someone else

Ticket to the Buffalo

(I take) ticket to the Buffalo

From running dreams till your death

I know you want me to change

Ticket to the Buffalo

(I take) ticket to the Buffalo

Leave yourself without a feels

Look upon you

What you see

Be my sadness when i fall in your skies

This is painful life

I don’t give a fuck

How to live it

And what do you want from me

I love the shape of your eyes

I love the shape of your eyes

I love your skin

I love your voice

I love your soul

No one knows where he find death

No one lives without a tears

Devil did nothing wrong

Grit your tears…

Grit your tears…

First you speak

Then you trust

Then you lose

Then you treat

Im so awful

Im defeated

Of the map

I lost my dream

First you speak

Then you trust

Then you lose

Then you treat

Im so awful

Im defeated

Of the map

I lost my love