Danny-Vain

Your My Cure. Your my cure to the disease that never existes untill my vains turned black i fell in to your loneliness and turned to the bones of eden to follow our paths your my cure sweet cure thats tastes like a cold afternoon on a burning morning i stumble on these streets where eyes on the floors looking down at me disgust is theyre shame leaving a trail of blood a disease without motto i couldnt beleive i was here your my cure to the disease i have to fall on my own blood to taste my own mind finding the date to be right to you but the pain follows i cant see no more to whats right in front of me i cant se