Munakoisolaari: Heat


No more, this fake
No score, this way
No door, to open
in this floor
So much, is lost
So this, is dust
No door, to open
in this floor
Everything dies in me with this heat
No one tells what I must believe
Nothing is sacred in those untruth hands
Keep your filthy orders in there
Never say nothing, I dont really care
I am me yes I am what I am