I'll make you FALL
I'll make you CRAWL
I'll make you KISS the solide Ground
Don't make me do it, or you'll regret all
I can be as mad as I am solfty
It's some sort of suicidal tendency
If you deny, I'll have no pity
Sometimes you have to fought back with the same weapon
I am not kidding, I'll bend you, brake you down
If you haven't had enough, if your sickness haven't make you learn something
I'll be the bad one, the monster, who's gonna make you feel a thing
You make me mad,
You make me sad ..
Why are you still haunting my sleep ?
What have I done to deseve this spleen ?
You make my dream worst, and so I mean
Don't ever come back.