
Date of issue: 17.12.2015
Record label: Iris Properties
Song language: English
Ego Trip |
Mindless cretins grope through idiosyncrasy fields |
Up |
Rising up |
Down |
You’ve got laughing colors singing in your brain |
You don’t know what they’re saying |
But they’re driving you insane |
You think that you’re from nowhere |
And you’ve got no place to go |
You think that you know something |
But there’s nothing left to know |
So you talk to broken bottles |
And other wordless things |
You want to get away from you |
But you just can’t grow wings |
So you cry |
Cry |
You always lean on top of love |
You use it as a crutch |
You say that you’re reaching out for life |
But you don’t seem to touch |
You don’t know why you fail |
Because you say you try |
But one look inside your head |
And I know that you lie |
Cause your eyes are mirror |
And that mirror’s cracked |
All that’s good is shriveled up |
And you can’t get it back |
So you cry |
Cry |
Cry |
Cry |
Your head is filled with garbage dreams |
And orange colored sounds |
You think that you are flying high |
But you’re really coming down |
You dance with God’s quiet Venus |
And you think you’ll make her swoon |
You offer some cheap trinket |
But she’s already got the moon |
So you fall upon death and knees |
And grovel in the ground |
You’ll be a sacred sacrifice |
You’ll die without a sound |
Then you cry |
Cry |
Cry |