My inmost soulMy inmost soul, my inner self or selves? Ambivalent. Yes and no.My inmost soul
The wanted thing, both mute and calling, what is it? Lack of gratitude.
Hello again, Ms Conscience, speak then listen: I can't stand your whistle!
There is a goal born long ago - hush! - I will never let it go.
Social apocalypseThere are so many freaks but not enough circuses They despise everybody taken by shallow purposesSocial apocalypse
My friend, yes, you are special just like everyone else Ha ha, do you now get it, slave of social spells?
Not at all is it sensible: Arrogance for no reason I regret to inform you: Your mind is your own prison!
What makes us all human is long ago gone Pride, wrath, envy, lust, sloth, celebrate: we are done!
A countenance that is..A countenance that is haunting your mind familiar and plain. When he vanishes gratiutously into the night you both go insane.A countenance that is..
A picture - a cloud that is curdling again above your laugh. Raining down the same, taking over the place when you walk the path.
A moment you was lucky to catch of his distant life. A glance the eyes bear stuck in them - Nothingness and drive.
I barely made it through todayI barely made it through today again The days are all the same A thought I cannot turn away: Is it my fault? Is it your aim?I barely made it through today
I'm tired of this feeling - pain It chilled me to the bone I haven't seen your sun for weeks Too long, too far from home
I know you are right there somewhere My tears now glow and sound I want to burst out crying loud Falling to the ground
Where do we go from here? Nowhere I still believe in love For those who don't: Through all the time you'll never rise above
