Remoted at twilight ripped hold-ups cover my face.
Eyes are sore, words are gone, poisened blood-cells started a race.
Nothing lasts, nobody stays, pill by pill we fade away.
All that life drips through all hands but the pine surely will stay.
Nomore sips of wine-high is the pine
Falling of the line-high is the pine
Got the golden shine-high is the pine
Forever anytime-high is the pine
Legends got burried, even I smashed myself on the floor.
Dusty clouds surround my mind, may your trunk know what it's for.
Once a circle, later a square, kiss by kiss, affair by affair.
All that life drips through all hands but the pine surely won't care.
Nomore sips of wine-high is the pine
Falling of the line-high is the pine
Got the golden shine-high is the pine
Forever anytime-high is the pine