The door is open
She learns to use his hands
Every night,she makes me cry
With his sadly words that are like a whip on my back, I said that this friendship must end,the spider has brought us together but your thread to be cut by the metal hands that were given to the harlequin.
And the devil has possessed me with the sweet sound of his violin ...www.youtube.com/watch?v=z7rxl5…