Efrit

I was born rubbing the wrong lamp

Since day one Éfrit took my hand

Teenage depression, black metal and flames

In a cloud of cheap hashish

Just slice me my friend

My blood dripping

Dripping

Dripping

Éfrit chose me as her son

Éfrit chose me as her son

Years have passed

Éfrit is still there

As the day turns into night

I am smoking my brain

My soul sinking

Sinking

Sinking

Éfrit chose me as her son

Éfrit chose me as her son

Down

Cast out

In the maze of my head

Smoking for a way out

A way out from myself

Éfrit chose me as her son

I rubbed the wrong lamp

Éfrit chose me as her son