Azimuth Split
Asphyxiation
Look it up, glossary of a nation
Bottom of the stairs there's a fading form
Better keep my wife warm
But the temperature is below the norm
The terms and conditions of asphyxiation
I'm have to say goodbye
Find someplace safe to hide
Remember my gift the day you died.
Maybe I have too much information
Someone saw me far from my home
Now i have to spend all my days all alone
For setting an angel in stone.
From Letras Mania