I miss my friends, who's names I can't pronounce I miss the place where hope was to be found Blue clouds over Europe Now's the right time to get up and
I have seen your soul The soul that shone it's light for all the grave I have seen your stare The stare that set our attics into flames I thought you
It's not exactly cryptic Did not one word go through? It's like a letter from the year 2047 And not one word got through Let's talk for once in laymens
I've been falling apart as long as I can remember Can you read my palms? Sheer dread till the end of December My fate is predetermined Got to wait till
Dear brother and sister Can you keep a secret? My life's been going down the drain I keep sending my apologies I don't really know what's wrong with
In the wildest storm you go and set your sail Someone?s waiting in the stomach of a whale I would do anything I would do anything to get you off from
At the end of the week Crammed in commuter trains Stations go by But we don't know their names Our eyes never meet We flip trough catalogues Or gape
(Hidden Track) Enter the night With steps faster than before Like a boxer prepared before a fight They don't want to know that we are alive Enter the
Cursewords sinking better than the metaphors Soap opera is throwing out the radio Spit over your shoulder when I'm crossing the road This amulet brings
I can not sleep, while you hide in the skins of saints and virgins Cunningly, you?ve again betrayed us all Oh I know, my time is wasted by this hatred
I can not sleep, while you hide in the skins of saints and virgins Cunningly, you've again betrayed us all Oh I know, my time is wasted by this hatred
This place has turned in to a deathtrap But I'm old enough to take it calm I'm trying to hide my sweaty palms The distant sirens make my feet tap And
Dead beat, shoving stuff into our shopping carts But we don't know the credit-card's corner's cut. Empty our pockets down the same drain the paper-bills
Here I lay in a crashed car No-one knows when I've left Here I lay, staring at stars But I know their just satellites The first aid kit It's useless
A time to raid A time to conquer The buses without passengers Push it in, Pin-cushion queen Bleed red like no-one's ever seen Now give it every single
Still awake 4 in the morning You walk around When you should sleep You walk around 4 in the morning When right now There's nothing you can do There's
I'm fairly used to The chaos and mayhem A product of my time I still cry out of boredom And the drugs are working just fine But thank you for your consideration
Scattered on a satin bed Body parts without a head I can not function when you're not around So push it up to raise the dead Out of words and out of
