Just a drop to fill the silence,
one drop to stop the pain,
another small one for the sadness,
and few on top to paint the rain.
With it - it's a life of madness
and without it - horror story without end,
for emptiness is still the loudest
when everyone is screaming
through the silence of my veins.
Alone with you - seated right here near me -
as happy as I have ever been,
alone and cold in the pool of blackness,
if a drop I drowned - of misery.