| Lyrics: | As the man I am, I dislike
More purities and feelings send
Into the extacy I hate
Nobody
controls me
Maybe it's because nobody wants to
Anyway
They watch the terror
In
a maze full of gray we shall rest
Incomplete, fictive mirror
Enchanting the way, I do at my
best
When a man disconnects, he will lie
A tale telling meyhem inquiries
leading
The poor suckers brain
I'm one of those men
But hey then again: Who's to
say
Grey is coming, a broken frame
On the cross, my mirror
Unattended my body
decays
A future loss, aching nearer
Soon I'll meet the boss
[The band is
talking:]
- Der var et eller andet, jeg syntes der var et eller andet med...
jeg spillede
helt ved siden af, jeg tunkte kun p% den dukke der
- tihi
- Jeg syn... lagde du ikke m |
