Fear of falling down Means nothing but a pleasure Confront the failure Smashed to reality Choosen way was wrong No expectations, it's even worse Until
March of clowns Wearing crowns Parade of dumbs Beating drums March of clowns Street shutdowns Noise and dirt Do be alert! March of clowns Wearing crowns
Me that was me who has been in Contact with you for ages I know, I know even If I don't try, I don't care That I don't live a successful Life but that
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Out! For nine long months Tried to grow strong Should break out now Time to cry loud! Tied by the cord Cut it with sword To get myself And get you,
Stepped-of-failure Smashed to reality Choosen way was wrong Won the price You never know Until you've made choice You never know Point of no return
every day Today every piece of my body has Become flammable You quiet me down After you criticised me so many times That it makes me wanna hang myself
On the bottom of the box. At the end of the bill On the side of the screen On the side of the page It is there, Written. 'Cause it Cannot be hidden.
Raised to be Placed among confused minds Became one of those without realizing Not the one-who used to be Slowly turned somwhere else, some place Where
Nobody feels guilty Himself of the crime The system is perfect In peace, in wartime In this game I tell you, man You better be A wolf than a lamb.
In a wonderland inside garbage heap The perfect life form means a shit The sun goes down with our tomorrow I don't remember my mission, my roots. We
When you will die a droid?s death I?m sick of lame excuses I?m sick of your lethargy I?m sick of blaming myself I?m tired of being the nice guy You
Inspired by the book The Pilgrimage by Paulo Coelho Lying in my coffin Placed on the bier Screws have been turned Heavily, wearily, wish I could move
I am falling Falling from the Sun I will scatter Scatter on the ground? Do you speak the language of the World? Do you understand the soul of the Universe? You... You?re blind
Won?t stop for you Won?t cry for you Won?t prey for you Won?t die for you Will you stop for me? Will you cry for me? Will you prey for me? Will you
They are the Wise-Men, Came from the West From the God-forsaken Land of pests. Their tongue is weapon, A double-edged sword Killing the innocent And
The chase has ended At the very beginning cannot run away from the plain pain cannot fly away with an airplane cannot get away from the migraine cannot