Lirieke: Cobra Killer. High Is The Pine.

Remoted at twilight ripped hold-ups cover my face.
Eyes are sore,words are gone,poisened blood-cells started a race.

Nothing lasts,nobody stays,pill by pill we fade away.
All that life drips through all hands but the pine surely will stay.

Nomore sips of wine-high is the pine
Falling of the line-high is the pine
Got the golden shine-high is the pine
Forever anytime-high is the pine

Legends got burried,even I smashed myself on the floor.
Dusty clouds surround my mind,may your trunk know what it`s for.

Once a circle,later a square,kiss by kiss,affair by affair.
All that life drips through all hands but the pine surely won`t care.

Nomore sips of wine-high is the pine
Falling of the line-high is the pine
Got the golden shine-high is the pine
Forever anytime-high is the pine