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Thoughts bother me every day.
They torture me in every possible way.
These thoughts slowly start to devour my soul.
The beginning is slow and it starts with a small hole.
A hole, which steady begins grow.
“Which thoughts?” you want to know?

Refrain:

I feel the madness rising inside my head.
A madness I can’t control, which makes me feel so dead.
Have you ever seen a desperate soul dying?
But it has to be taken, without crying.

Thoughts about the people that don’t know what is important in life.
They hurt with they’re ignorance and it seems that the only thing they strive
Is to make my life as hard as they can.
The worst thing is that I don’t know when
They will hurt me the next time
And I guess it should be called a crime,
When they hurt me, intentional or not.
I will deplore that damn sod,
Who will aggravate my mind.
Probably, it will be a person, who is blind.
Blind for everything that is inside of me,
But guess what you damn fucker, I’LL MAKE YOU SEE.

Refrain:

I feel the madness rising inside my head.
A madness I can’t control, which makes me feel so dead.
Have you ever seen a desperate soul dying?
But it has to be taken, without crying.

Who cares about me? (you obviously don’t)
Will this ever change? (I fear it won’t)
Voices inside my head tell me to forsake.
I can’t stand their pressure. I’m sure soon I’ll break.
The more I try to ignore these voices, the louder they become.
It’s becoming harder and harder and there are some
Days I’d just like to give up this shit.
I do my best to resist, but soon I’ll have to quit

Refrain:

I feel the madness rising inside my head.
A madness I can’t control, which makes me feel so dead.
Have you ever seen a desperate soul dying?
But it has to be taken, without crying.

The confusion of every sense,
Caused by a few tense
Of people, who don’t know
Anything about me. So
You think you do. Sure?
You think you got the cure
For my inner self- destruction
And my inner soul corruption?

MAYBE IT JUST SEEMS LIKE THIS.
MAYBE IT’S JUST MORE LIKE A KISS
OF DEATH YOU GIVE TO ME.
YOU KNOW? SEEMS SWEET BUT WILL BE
THE VERY FINAL SOLUTION.
AFTER YOU HAVE TAKEN ANY ILLUSION
OF BEEING THE RESCUING ONE
MY SOUL FADES AWAY, TILL IT’S NONE.

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