Too much thinking    can ruin you.       That's the style.    Chaos is in.    Imagining your death is almost a sentimental feeling.       Giving a massage with a knife blade.    Writing a love song with a loaded gun.    Breaking concrete with your face    is what dreaming disaster is like.       That's the style.   Chaos is in.   1,2,3,die      This is what dreaming diaster is like.      I will watch the sky until your ghost flies high,    and crashes into a shooting star.       Blood is not enough for you to redeem yourself.    Blood is not enough...             words by frank osler music by clc