Musique

They had awoken himPoor willing victim Who had got a bad bad headLaid curled up on his unmade bedPoor willing strayNo more idea of the time or even the dayJust dying for meeting again and again his masterSince he completely yielded to herThey had told him to be carefulSuch addiction was nothing but painfulThey hadn’t given up warning him Against that deadly temptationFour guys belonging to the same teamThree of them deeply self-awareAnd one drawn to self-destructionToo late, he’d already yielded to herOnly could he see darkness all aroundSo few rays of light piercing below the groundThese four suspicious guys coming up to himHardly could he figure out who they wereSurely trespassers or grim-looking henchmenHired to scare the hell out of himHired to make him cry and screamCause he completely yielded to herThey had told him to be carefulSuch addiction was nothing but painfulThey hadn’t given up warning him Against that deadly temptationFour guys belonging to the same teamThree of them deeply self-awareAnd one d