Thought these streets always looked so empty Paved with wet stones and oil Flash of turn back to the gutter Brief encounters all end with a slam Then
What am I waiting for What do I hope to find Lying here inside my mind So much scattered energy Falling in between Focusing on how I hurt Introvert
There is something in the way that she talks to me That makes me wonder if I'm really free or not You are my star You're a special kind of girl The
not in on Hey, we're slaves of the plethora season We need all the gas To move that thriving ass Hey, we live in the immunity zone Time to rejoice Boys
Tears escape from my eyes As I'm reminded once again By the failure of our kind We're closing up this shop for good Since we plundered all that we could
Deep in the soil Trembling silence Stones in the making Tension release Digging a hole Blood sweat and tears No rest and no sleep Then - I found a key
I could have gladly asked for more But your look was saying: "I saw you" And as you turned away I mumbled out that I adore you But I knew within That
Inverting the inverted in disguise The past becomes alive within their minds Rotten to the core, so old and foul - Pages that rule their way of life
Thoughts make up the pages The page contains the thought Burning for the winds of changes But that wind will feed the fire Ash to ash - stories ending
