This...
...is crazy
This world
This naive place
This forsaken life
Strange people stalk me
I'm not alone, but feeling lonely
Anxiously I await my salvation
But it won't be soon and I'm glad that it isn't
Aren't you afraid of what's coming?
You don't know, do you?
You don't know what's coming
You don't know why we're prepared
You don't know why they clad her in white
You don't know why she's regaining strength
You don't know that it is so close
You don't know what to do, not even when it hits you in the face
You don't know what else to do than run
You don't know...
I don't know what else to do than pretend
I don't know how to show myself without hurting myself
I don't know how it feels to smile, although I faked it many times
I don't know how it feels to be strong, although I have to be
I don't know how it feels to be in love, although I am
I don't know how it feels to cry, although I shed my tears
I don't know...
This world and it's inhabitants are a futile attempt to harmony
This world is perfect, but it's getting hurt
This world will die and it'll be (y)our fault
This is the closest to heaven you'll ever be
So why do they destroy this world
Aren't they happy with what's given to them?
A life full of feelings, experience, lessons, sight, smell and sounds
And they just destroy their own life or some one elses
t34rSt4!||3D|||45<4r4
This world
This naive place
This forsaken life
Strange people stalk me
I'm not alone, but feeling lonely
Anxiously I await my salvation
But it won't be soon and I'm glad that it isn't
Aren't you afraid of what's coming?
You don't know, do you?
You don't know what's coming
You don't know why we're prepared
You don't know why they clad her in white
You don't know why she's regaining strength
You don't know that it is so close
You don't know what to do, not even when it hits you in the face
You don't know what else to do than run
You don't know...
I don't know what else to do than pretend
I don't know how to show myself without hurting myself
I don't know how it feels to smile, although I faked it many times
I don't know how it feels to be strong, although I have to be
I don't know how it feels to be in love, although I am
I don't know how it feels to cry, although I shed my tears
I don't know...
This world and it's inhabitants are a futile attempt to harmony
This world is perfect, but it's getting hurt
This world will die and it'll be (y)our fault
This is the closest to heaven you'll ever be
So why do they destroy this world
Aren't they happy with what's given to them?
A life full of feelings, experience, lessons, sight, smell and sounds
And they just destroy their own life or some one elses
t34rSt4!||3D|||45<4r4
12 jul 2005 - bewerkt op 12 jul 2005
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mahakala
dinsdag 12 juli 2005 22:56
life is just a continuation of dying and being born
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mahakala
dinsdag 02 augustus 2005 01:30
one once said this is a prison
and harmony in prison is as a miracle to happen
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