I’ve had a new trainticket to Lies
Where every single tense is in doubt
People are lost in strangers’ eyes
And welcoming is being kept out
Once I tried to escape from this ride
Where every single fare gets to die
Just hover about on the left side
Hardened into well-known lies
I’m waiting for the figth but who am I?
Waiting for the signs is suicide.
Faking is the way for rise. Its mine!
I’m trying to fly.
I’m waiting for the figth but who am I?
Waiting for the signs is suicide.
Faking is the way for rise. Its mine!
I’m trying to fly.
Days and weeks are seconds of waiting
Interference tears apart the words
The quiet stands for society
A will to loose any sanity
That's a shame that silence breaks the ice
Cause of noise that noone dares to shout
People won't stand against and rise
Also knocked, also kept out
I’m waiting for the figth but who am I?
Waiting for the signs is suicide.
Faking is the way for rise. Its mine!
I’m trying to fly.
I’m waiting for the figth but who am I?
Waiting for the signs is suicide.
Faking is the way for rise. Its mine!
I’m trying to fly.
You have seconds to choose
(I’m waiting)
You have minutes to use
(I’m waiting)
You have hours to quit
(I’m faking)
You have decades to think
(I’m trying) |
