Oh,
*.
All right.
Hold on.
It is late at night about
half past twelve.
She's sleeping with her head
in her sleep.
She's so wonderful that the way she snores.
I like the way
the hard rain pours.
I feel it so deep,
so * deep in my head.
And in
my soul, I feel it so deep,
so * deep.
This is me.
That's my role.
Oh, yeah.
But these thoughts are strange.
Something's weird.
Maybe my stomach or my wired beard.
It's another God
who shares its life like a fighting with a truncated knife.
I feel it.
I feel it.
I feel it so deep, so * deep.
It's in my head and in my soul.
I feel it so deep, so * deep.
So deep,
so deep, so deep inside
my head.
I feel it so deep,
deep inside.
This is me.
Come on.
Break through.
So deep, so deep, so deep, so deep.
I feel it so deep, so
* deep.
It's in my head and in my soul.
I feel it so deep, so * deep.
This is me.
That's my role.