these days my life is all about porcelain, chandeliers and emeralds.
i can not imagine that some years ago i did not give a damn about stones.
now i can cut my buyers into half if they miss a little bit of a coloring. nah.

these days my life is not about forgiving. i was raised in a nice dear hell.
they taught me, that atonement is nothing more, than one misinterpreted word.
probably, that is why in our work we never give the second chance. if you miss,
shoot.. and there is nothing more to be grieving about. nothing more to uphold.

there days my relationships is more about profit. night, i worship my family much.
but i just can not imagine, that there are still some souls in this world, who assume.
that i might be good. that i might be generous. that you can draw something more
for the point, that [but we used to sleep together?]. i used to sleep together with so
many people, that we might probably wedge another war if there was time for choosing sides.

i am a perfect trader. like, the best one.
i never deceive about the conditions of the agreement and the consequences.
but you know, it is like selling your soul. they never read the whole contract,
while trying to paint the pentagram right. and that is why they do always miss.

i am old, i have ten scars and a beautiful tattoo cover up.
i do not have time to feel.

you know?