Karma (of a punk)

Even in the shades of gray
Even in the melt of ice
Running through your blood vein
Echoes in your night time

Your action follow through
They all come back to you
A twisted flow of river
Some bruises just wont heal

Just usual extinction
It’s a routine explanation
Most people understand this
Sometime we just don’t (hear)

Various distortion
Absolute obsession
Minimal suggestion
Found myself a lie, I found myself a lie