The mystical creatures come out at night,
they cannot survive in the light...
To all the mean people out there,
i hope you hear my words...
Streets of Shame.
Pitter-patter...
See that girl coming near,
As pretty as a rose...
Streets of Imagination
My castle is this cardboard box...
And drugs are the only thing to eat for breakfast.
lately i can only respect my addiction, the lies...
She stands on the footpath,
a smile on her face...
Staring into the mirror
Trying to make a plan...
Prove me wrong,
Tell me what they say are lies...
Love your brother
Help a friend...
Food is like a poison to me,
making me get so fat...
"Tell me a story"
She's asking for news...