Mystic fever drives our brain up the mindway and back again we meet at your central place: the answer to the human race it makes no difference if it
Computer age with trendy fate Reflects a humoristic fail Still hopin it is not too late To stay alive without a tail Grabbin for a tiny map Someone
I got up for complaining but you are deaf indeed i can't fix things that don't fit in - ignore the dark sides of my speed you came down for understanding
What are you doing here? - suddenly I came to life switched on, loaded with love and fear and humour is my drive the world I see is enough but there
Understanding is creeping away from us to fail in any other play i got up for complaining but you are deaf indeed i can't fix things that don't fit
It seems to be a gift one that never should have been - nullifying any if by proclaiming deeper sins extraordinary like anybody else and me somehow
What you gonna do next? the new clear was no solution remember the old text spelled by a mind pollution i offered you the chance to get a very deeper
Reflecting what is barely known until a screw turns off your brain hopefully you're not insane but who does occupy your throne? reflecting what is rarely
Leave your illusions 'though you might find there's nothin left in your fucked up mind I cannot say you understood your role do me a favor: don't speak
My past is your past in a very romantic way travellin much too fast I don't long for the day we die it hurts to leave our time with all its complete
You're hopin that you're not alone and not only flesh and bones but there's a whisper in your brain tellin you you're not insane i know it cause i hear
In the world of possibilities where everybody gets absurd the trick lies in the way we see the special meaning of our word we cannot say it's understood
It?s just because we forgot to tell the difference between here and hell or these things meaning the same but using just another name it?s all about