The Handy Bag

no i don't want to be here
no, not now
i'm tired, i'm tired
i don't want this smoke, i don't want this smell
what i'm gonna do?
i want to escape, i want to escape
and here she comes
and here he is
he's my way to the other world

the handbag, the handy bag

she opens it
and i'm falling
it's black
it's black
i'm afraid
but i know that's where i want to go
i have to fight
the pressure
is too high
i'm gonna die
but on the other side
it's full of colors
it's full of colors