Toys
Speedy winds want to be everlasting
Like the rapture what I fell for something
But there is the storm, it's very charming
The vortex picks up, aloft is hiding
Here is the winter in my broken soul
I know that I was really, really fool
What I did thinking, what would be cool
That was so untruth, the world was cruel
See my bad dreams, hear my dead voice
Nobody wants this accursed choice
I can't see the future and hear its noise
It plays with me, my sorrows are toys
