N Song den ich mal geschrieben hab an einem Wochenende, wo's mir so dreckich ging, dass ich am liebsten tot gewesen wäre ...
Str:
My escape's just monday when I'm faint
in grief and sorrow nearly captive square
Something lives inside my head that tells me how
not to be desperate but to dare
Ref:
To be alive is only the complicated way to be dead
Not yet another motivation
Be alive is only the complicated way to be dead
Not yet another motivation song
Mittelteil:
I tremble, these dreadful shadows read my mind
and my memory's wipe out
I dwell below there in my grave
Am I paranoid enough to escape from that funeral?
Str:
Don't cut this protecting curtain
I pray not only at a glance
Lick community out of a vent
only to die is the last chance
Something lives inside my head that tells me how
not to dig out of my grave
but float in misery dance
Ref
Bridge:
What's the solution to take possesion of me around?
Tell me, Mr. Reality, is it possible to get my day drowned?
Now whisper the reason why my thoughts are so insane,
it's why you're responsible, responsible
Deep, dark serenade, how could the sun be so low?
You'll defend yourself useful, force me to go ...
Ref
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