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What are you saying, oh.
What’s that you’re praying, no.
Your intrusion is one of a deeper kind.
Your solutions are the worst problems you can find.

Who ordered you, oh.
No help for you, no.

Oh, your weakness has blocked my way.
Oh, never wanted you to stay.

Your walls have raised me, oh.
Noone had saved me, no.

Who can escape you, oh.
Sure i got raped too, no.

You had come again and again again,
To bother me…
So you are shoving me to the edge.

Once in my life.
Once there was a time
It wasn’t right.

Now, or let’s say nowadays.
Now no one can say that he’s all saved.

If you say »once« … well you shouldn’t bother.
Cause time slips, from one age to another.
If you say it’s all wrong,
Why don’t you change a thing?

Bored of entertainment.
But still sitting in the front of your black box.

Failed in your own struggle.
You’d rather manage your remote than your own life.

Once, it was another time.

Don’t make plans.
Cause some days are rotten.
Taste your time.
Till you are forgotten.

Murphy’s law.
Always rapes your decisions.
All went wrong.
Though you had worked with precision.

You need patience
Not just a little bit.

Time went fast.
It’s kindly warping beneath you.
All your past.
Is getting further behind you.

Nothing’s done.
You’re sent from one to another.
Nothing’s fun.
Cause you’re bothered and bothered.

Patience
You need more than enough.

Everything’s against you.
Everybody’s about to stop you.
There’s nothing to do about it.
There’s nothing to do without it.

What are you going to do about it?

It don’t seems like autumn.
No it’s no dark time at all.

You may not know it,
But i was there.
You may not show it,
But you did care.

You never gave a chance.
To pass you by.

You were the magnet,
But i wasn’t of iron.
But you caught me anyway.

I just asked and it was right.
And you just stepped into the light

It was so right.
Time flew on by,
Wasn’t it right,
Sleep at daylight,
It was so right,
Spent all the night,
To watch her blind,
Watch for your eyes

Walk alone.
Always fearing the others.
Talk alone.
The only one really listening.

All undressed you’d walked aside.
You’re still dancing in your own pride.
So well you’re walking blind.
The last specimen of your own kind.

Drivilling on.
Building your temple of garbage.
Moving on.
Far away in a land of your own.

Your mole of excuse was never blind.
There’s really nothing much to find.
»to ask you must’nt go far inside,
Cause you are very far behind …«

Screaming lungs.
Have never been heard by your »kindness«.
Bleeding lungs.
Are something that never would make you think twice.

You asked if there was truth to find?
No that was a lie because you were always blind.
All the world got mad inside.
But you never noticed the warning sign.