I am myself the best friend of mine
I am all to me, no talking back
Having tripped myself up
I tend to get self-obsessed
Me myself, the best friend of mine
That´s what I am, the good and bad
Who am I and what?
A confessor and jester too
Keep smiling despite of pain
Nobody says “How do you do”
Perverted fate, eternal trap
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I am forgetting the colour of my soul
I am a clockwork, who´s gonna wind me up
I used to play a merry song, now gone with time
Before I´m ground and melted
Sooner or later, yet still I long
To play for the last time
I do not beg for mercy or condolence
It is a chasm
CHORUS:
The words of pain drown in spirit
And the world flees by all self-absorbed behind the curtain
The inner fight for the peace of soul rages in the roar
for the lied-up
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No hope for ceasefire.
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Smile at me and wish me rest
Depression has its positives
They´re birth pangs of a smile
Stab my heart and catch the blood
I´ve reached my hands at the grievous moment
Tomorrow is near, hopefully better
.................................hopefully better
The words of pain drown in spirit
And the world flees by all self-absorbed behind the curtain
The inner fight for the peace of soul rages in the roar
for the lied-up
