Psychotic Good
There once were two friends. One had red hair, the other had white.
And the white always envied the red. Because he could act.
Red was a burning fire. White was a rare lightning.

Nothing changed even now.
Red has done with his study and white is just dreaming of it.
Red has his cozy corner where he lives with his woman and white is just dreaming of it.
Red is having his own show soon and white is just dreaming of it.

White has written a small song and had managed to put a lot of hate and envy in it.
He still keeps it somewhere. So deep that nobody can reach it.
He keeps it because he cannot forgive anyone.
Never.

@музыка: Korn - Trash

@настроение: every time I get ahead I feel more dead