and everything could be much clearer and everything can be so cold come see the eyes of innocense believe it or not they'll be dammed
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Twenty past nine, desires awaken atracted by the light of your eruption probably out of illumination concession blind, reduce this fiction Shake it up
winter falls and out of fuel we hide inside our shell no excuse or advice, it's just the way we feel we will stumble through our days I will read you
You take it slow maybe you've got it all under controll just wait and see save yourself from the ego in me you blaim me for every damn time that I couldn
Common baby touch the screen come through the screen of my old black and white TV I can't taste this I can't let you are you walking alone? is it all
I can be wrong, I can be wrong but something lies the astral skies, can't get these pictures off my mind smoking sunshine, can't get my feet back on the
I've got a pocketbook for the beats in my mind I've got a bottle of red and I drink all through the night I've got gallons of fuel to drive me to where
get in your fighter pilot and drop those bombs off make your plans work untill the mad dog is quiet beat resistance, break defences Mister P. wants you
[Lyrics: Stefan] in the field of my soul i lay down and awake ? with the knowledge of the once forgotten seeking harmony within myself an afterglow of
away from this planet onwards to a second earth the destination of this flight or is it a bad trip? hiding in the shadows of life and far away from the
This is it the last stroke ended up in dust fear for the next one belongs to the past I wont go there no more I will close no more doors fade out, fade
There's an echo coming back from the walls that you painted when the truth was mistaken was breakin' in two There were few things you needed there were
[Lyrics: Stefan] my unbalanced soul is unleashed pliable desires become real in my dreams I try in vain to sleep on hopes and conquer the images of despair
When the walls are coming down and your balls are burried underground with a mind out of reason and the roadkill in your mouth but I just can't stop squuezing
I've got the urge and soul to go I've got the green for my juice-ride spent time in sad machines I've got my kicks on Orleans time the clock went dead
[lyrics:Jason Kohnen] I hear the music sweet tunes that caress my soul music begging for music it woes my soul ...so... it enchants me... ...feeding
