Blender Thoughts Blind Scars

What if the second sunrise hurt's?
Don't want to harm
Pleasure beside the hall
I mean next door
Surviving for money
crawling still burns your dreams

crash the lips against the wall again
cry while fucking a whore
and beneath the devil him self
oh falling down to your knees
prying for being sober
try to recognize me now
try to recognize me now
you're gone