Press the green flag & Lyrics: ______________________________ Under the cold of tears she'll decay and be warm The style is death. A white rose in a morphine dream A joke to amuse life. Goodbye into a snowstorm While you shake the thoughts, memories of conversation Come back the line like eager sadness A knife hollows them out. Hollows them out A thin skin of black letters. A thin skin of black letters I make myself sick. Born with thoughts of disappointment Hands out, palms dry. Give me somеthing to grasp False truth or fake hope. Wе say yes to death
