Mud

You don't let me dream. You're waking me up
Just to drink with me one warm cup of mud
I feel so ashamed. You're shaving your skin
Your blood runs insane while my will is weak

Your triumph is a fake but you won't confess

This night looks so grim inspired by the storm
My faint childhood dreams would not ever grow
I feel ready now. This fear makes me blind
I'm drowning deep down. You're rising

Your triumph is a fake but you won't confess

We're booth made of mud