Sitting next to you in the Mustang
Behind your smile, the animal baring its fang
I asked something ‘bout the new house
Guess he’s gonna lay me down ?
He put me on the cage of his life
With praises from his mouth

Eyes tired, messy room, light all night
You try to catch me out my fight
With bare feets, walk on the metal torn street

I can’t remember me who am I 
Just in fake mad until the day I die
Electric touch on me, the fire kiss on the lips
You want me love you more
Hit me under the floor
Ask me “ Do you love me ? “
It’s really, no I can’t

Swinging on the crystal ceiling lamp
Crazy mind and he’s like who the fuck gives a damn ?
He left me alone with mad laugh
Guess he’s gonna push me down
Fake mad, I try to escape his house
Silent hall without his sound

Eyes tired, messy room, light all night
You try to catch me out my fight
With bare feets, walk on the metal torn street

I can’t remember me who am I 
Just in fake mad until the day I die
Electric touch on me, the fire kiss on the lips
You want me love you more
Hit me under the floor
Ask me “ Do you love me ? “
It’s really, no I can’t

Don’t ask me for what I no longer own,
Don’t turn me into someone who loves you more than his own
When the lights turn out, the penthouse on the hill this town
Everybody whisper : there is a mad guy in that house
But they didn’t know I’m wearing a mask
A mask of mentally ill person

Eyes tired, messy room, light all night
You try to catch me out my fight
With bare feets, walk on the metal torn street

I can’t remember me who am I 
Just in fake mad until the day I die
Electric touch on me, the fire kiss on the lips
You want me love you more
Hit me under the floor
Ask me “ Do you love me ? “
It’s really, no I can’t

I touched the drugs
Amphetamine makes me high, oh fuck
Roll back the eyes
In the night, the cigarette butts went out
When you ask me something about 
You see, I smoke nine cigarettes
I'm sure you think I'm crazy
Why don't you take me to a lunatic asylum
Or in your blind eyes see me like the work of art in the museum
Embracin’ the non-existent fantasy of surrealism
Fortune-telling cards can’t escape fatalism
Is it the love you want like romanticism
His chain on my leg is brutalism
The more I try to run, the less I leave your kingdom
Open the door, just another door
Different question, the same answer
Love you more, no I can't

I can’t remember me who am I 
Just in fake mad until the day I die
Electric touch on me, the fire kiss on the lips
You want me love you more
Hit me under the floor
Ask me “ Do you love me ? “
It’s really, no I can’t

"All the clues from white paper, black ink
You hold me in the arms
I know you got psychotic episodes
I know you try to play the jokes
Even though you scream to burn out the throat
I never let you on the freedom boat
So, don’t self-destructive behavior
You’ll love me more" - Bijan

". . .
Yes, I can’t
. .. .
No, I can" - Zanis