Watching the fall of my crown, the criticism I’ve made,
It wasn’t fun for you, not for her,
considering my state.
The psycho standards of mine,
brought down that was so nice and sane
,
Refrén
I raised the level of my voice, too much loud,
Swirling my chords in a deadly blast, but why,
I’ve cut my words too late,
To avoid my self-righteous state.
Forgetting where I’m from,
forgetting What I said.
I saw my words to become,
a sparkling idol
made of gold,
never to lose on it's fame,
not to turn out so badly wrong.
But at the end,
Living with a shame to shelter,
my sin is glowing bitter, oh,
my sin is glowing,
the story is over.
it was fake,
meaningless, rubbish and so cold,
it hit me deep in my heart,
as i'm not good and not bold.
Szóló
It's over for me,
DIE!
Refren:
I raised the level of my voice, too much loud,
swirling my chords in a deadly blast, but why,
i've cut my words too late,
to avoid my self-righteous state. |
