Vesper
Plastique Noir
Evening
In the darkness of the room
TV light on brother's face
Anxiously waiting for a letter from father in prison
A strangled nerve
Red light, the old lady falls
Blood runs down the street
No one lends a hand
Salary, credit card interest
Everything on the shelves is expensive
Still dating
With the bottles on the counter
It was out of fear, it was because
I didn't recognize my weakness in you
School bores you
There's no lesson to fit in
No one will have the last laugh
With the gun in your hand
Meeting the target is tough
Disappointment already hits on the bus
In front of the child, humiliated by the boss
An uncontrolled beggar
Rolls down the stairs at the station
Saw a scaffold
One step from the gate
It was out of fear, it was because
I didn't recognize my weakness in you
