We had the secret ways to live…
Without trying to fit in.
It´s such a pity, we can´t retrieve
This utter reckless style of being.
Tag: lyrics
hysteria
Empty house is never empty enough
Made of Flesh and Bones…
…and my restless Ego isn´t sleeping inside…
Keep trying to get out of that creepy place,
You´ll never be able to get closer to a pure, endless Outer Space…