Арсен Красилов

You've taken me out of the ordinary. I want you laying me down to the dead and fairy. On the edge of your knife, sitting drunk on your mind. The angels up in the clouds are jealous now of what we thought. This world is of the ordinary. You got me kicked to the ground, from your sanctuary. Tell me what you've done. Lord, return me to die. Hopeless hallelujah. Oh my life, how do you breathe and take my breath away. I trust you, I will pray. You're the strokes of the pain. Hold my mind.