Plaything / Toy کے بول

Nothing but a plaything / toy So simple and sexy When I disappear and get scared You study my fragments You poke in the open You lick on my soul You munch on my pulse You are nothing but a bastard Such a crawling creep Such a greedy liar Yeah yeah it was marvellous It was fine fine Go away and never come back Wretch I know your kind Shadows that tempt and want Rude rude shadows Have no idea what is in the food Who awaits in the dark staircase It doesn't matter now Everyone knows that I am sick with longing Nothing else but Moon struck and strange / peculiar I'm tired of people Who just leave me Way too hopelessly hopeful Hereabouts there is danger and destruction / peril and ruin Hereabouts not a damn thing happens