Sweet Suicide

Ode to the wind that blows You have a medicine for the show For a better demon that hears before to spend money for the drug You have a minute for the beat of God A trip for death You send black money for the virgins clothes While some babies dance on the floor You have a daughter for my mind that blows I have a medicine for you You take a trip for the beat of God A trip for death The road toward the sun is like gold You have some glass for the storm Because my trip will be good enough And i have some pills for my brain It's better only for my beat of God Whore is death Ode to the wind that blows My trip is like it was a little bird's I send my epitaph for Ti Jean's soul For magic hours and much more You have a minute for the trip of God Beat for death