Clean

Clean

Clean
The cleanest I've been
An end to the tears
And the in - between years
And the troubles I've seen
Now that I'm clean
You know what I mean
I've broken my fall
Put an end to it all
I've changed my routine
Now I'm clean
I don't understand
What destiny's planned
I'm starting to grasp
What is in my own hands
I don't claim to know
Where my holiness goes
I just know that I like
What is starting to show
Sometimes...
Clean...
As years go by
All the feelings inside
Twist and they turn
As they ride with the tide
I don't advise
And I don't criticise
I just know what I like
With my own eyes
Sometimes...
In This Garden Of Mine

A Red rose is blooming
In my garden
Whenever my body complains
I relieve the craving with my hands

When my lips flourish with fire
I put their red hands
On the boys innocent skin
And a red rose is blooming
In my garden

When clocks come to life
A purple flower boy
Will knock on the door
A black cat will rise
From a grave of night
And creep across the floor

Pictures in the hall
As if in deadly trance
Out of the frames will fall
When a young girl will give
Her last human scream
Within my garden walls

Red flower of the dark
On her lovely neck
Will conquer bounds of time
Sweet scent makes me up
When all my roses blooming
In this garden of mine.