Oh I’d rather die in the cold Russian winter, then miss a hot night of a love with you
The cigarette stream makes it harder to see you in my memories
The times when I would shut down my thoughts and focus only on you, memory and make believe
It sure feels like you are all I need
The long nights make it difficult to bare
When the new horizon comes and then you run around sandy beaches without a care
If there is another man, don’t mind…I might stare
Because those three words I used to know, have become my plague
While I drowned in hell’s water, all I could remember was you
Warmonger 