01 Jul 2009 - 01:00:13
Wenn man nichts Nettes zu sagen hat...
Substance was restrained and the spirit was broken.I feel a strange denial
Rythmic as a change
Constance as time
Lonely
Insistent whispers
Somber as a wave bye bye
Daunting
Complex and burning
Rythmic as change
Constance as time
Conflicts
Craving approval
Weighted as a murder trial
I feel a strange denial
Rythmic as a change
Constant as time
Lonely
Insistent whispers
Dissipating in the night
Like a lone forgotten light
It's a strange denial
...und mit Hoffnung in den Augen sterben...