Album: Submit (1995)
As the man I´m, I dislike
More purities & feelings send
Into the ecstasy I hate
Nobody controls me
Maybe it is because nobody wants to
Anyway
They watch the terror
In a maze full of grey we shall rest
Incomplete, fictive mirror
Enchanting the way, I do at my best
When a man disconnects, he´ll lie
A tale telling meyhem inquiries leading
The poor suckers brain
I am one of those men
But hey then again: Who has to say
Grey is coming, a broken frame
On the cross, my mirror
Unattended my body decays
A future loss, aching nearer
Soon I will meet the boss
Der var et eller andet, jeg syntes der var et eller andet med...
jeg spillede helt ved siden af, jeg tunkte kun pee den dukke der
tihi
Jeg syn... lagde du ikke m¦rke til hvor mange riffs jeg spillede forkert?
Jojo
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