| That thoughts — chaos and esperance
|
| Heavy but without any substance:
|
| Some kind of limerence
|
| A song of inner dissonance
|
| I want, I want a little more
|
| I want, I want to end that…
|
| War — is what I try to implore
|
| I am your innocent whore
|
| Breakdown — dwelling in self-defense
|
| Afraid of the ambivalence
|
| Another painful glance
|
| Red is the ignorance
|
| So, I want, I want a little more
|
| I want, I want to end that…
|
| War — is what I try to implore
|
| I am your innocent whore
|
| And again I try to break through
|
| On the bloodstream of the night
|
| With the search for a solution
|
| Where the sun controls the tide
|
| Far beyond imagination
|
| Far beyond of every time
|
| Without any destination
|
| Can you hear me? |
| I’m here for you!
|
| There is a plague, a crack in the mindset
|
| One step ahead and 5 more to be free
|
| No turning back when it’s time to accept that
|
| Everything will end in sanity
|
| And again I try to break through
|
| On the bloodstream of the night
|
| With the search for a solution
|
| Where the sun controls the tide
|
| Far beyond imagination
|
| Far beyond of every time
|
| Without any destination
|
| Can you hear me? |
| I’m here for you! |