Saying a prayer,
for my guardian angel.
To keep me from them all,
from those endless foes.

He burns a trail of faces,
names fade away and die.
With a blink of a moment,
it relives in my mind,
and than dies in a sigh.

It leaves a sign on me,
deeper than a scar,
stronger than a light,
darker than this bloody night.
He says:
"No, my boy,
the past always gets its way to last,
it's the sign of fate!"

So, who am I to argue?
I slaughtered his white dove.
There is no love.
There is no love,
for me !

(I'm cursed,
I was told to be the best friend of everybody,
no one will ever love me with Libido.
My lips are drained,
my soul is shattered.
Happy Birthday to me ,
happy as hell can be ! )