A sufferer's old book The letter drowned At the bottom of the ocean Even the memories Deceive us from truth Love is where is pain If you want to find what's in your mind Love is the answer Love is the sorrow Love is a warm gun Love is the Happiness Love is a fuck Love is your God Love is the past Love is your future Love is A time machine The smell of a odd meal A dead's man writting In some wall of a small town Ambiguous tears Bring to us the reality Love is where is joy If you want to find what's in your mind Love is the answer Love is the sorrow Love is a warm gun Love is the happiness Love is a fuck Love is your God Love is the past Love is your future Love is A time machine I'll will grind your brain I will shred yours Beardless and white thighs I will squander your wealth Adolescence I will burn yours Eyes with red-hot iron I will incinerate your heart of flesh from your ashes I will manufacture the Maddened substance of Love letters Love Is A Time Machine