Drop dead - Diary of Dreams

Drop dead-permanently gorgeous

In the mood to lose control

Go leave me as my best friend, (but please)

Stay out of sight

I hunger for the next one-tonight

Are you cleaned in your soul?

Or is a victim the one who speaks the truth?

What can you tell about a person with a gun?

Come on, give up, give up!

My little servant is just like a tattoo

You cannot wash it off — you cannot seem to let it go

Maybe it may be, that you need shelter

Run for help, run for miles and find no one to blame!

I cannot see you

I cannot feel you

I cannot sense the distance to you (at all)