Dead World

Dead World Only bog, a marshland, outcaste life, a world of a life A world of a bona fide and kind-hearted life, no image No vision, no view, nothing, the future is blind, a kind the one of our missed love. All of them. Killed hopes by your will, you followed your nazi psychologists. I died my life, the hoped children, still waiting for their lights You are an English lady and I am a European man. No kinds. We are no lives. No life. I come from the health socialization You are driven by foggy psychology. English misty lands England has killed its roots. All the European lines You have no river or path in a European life, a far live My soul and demon needed to send you a saver's hand You cut off my hand You killed our lines Loved you my heart, my ancestors was waiting for you with crystal hearts Loved you Vilmos Demon