Teksty: Greta Ida Csatlós. Fake Fur. This Is Not My Kind.

You never see me cry
You never see me fall
I better stuck on Nothing
I'm a KID without a Soul
The Death already waiting
(been waiting with a frown)Yeah
the Death was waiting on me
to burn the House down down down
The Life is bad with nothing
put under Bones and Skin
The Life is Pain and Struggle
Hangover with a Grin
I know I could be better
but this is not my Sin
The Life already fading
It's Time to shut the Blinds
or ever run away
to leave the Sun behind
The Streets are filled with Temples
with Laughter, Pain and Grind
It would be better cry--ing
but this is not my Kind

This is not my Kind
you never see me cry

You never see me shattered
You never see the Sun
You never see me cry again
You never see me run
The Death already waifing
Been waiting with a Frown - Yeah
The Life is good with Nothing
with Nothing else but me
The Life is nice and sleazy
with nothin else to be
I know I could be better
but this is not my sin