Sick...This World is sick,
And we are all sick children,
With empty soul, but
With burning heart. When,
We are happy, it's not truth,
Just simulation picture life,
Time killed our potencial,
And our children's paradise
The day is coming. Behind him - another
And the future - always bitter end,
You know great secret, and i - also:
To understand this life is truly sad!
So...What the problem?
Let's run and continue to make mistakes!
In vain, empty, just as before
Just not...to become a fuckin fakes!
My feel disfigured by popular mode of life,
Always sleepy. Always misantropic. Always tired.
But you...i dont know, like how...
Your story is magnet...i can not run!
And I don't want! So small illusions left behind!
I wanna think about what is now
Today...I think...nothing to hide...
Hah...today, i think here nothing for life.
I don't know how it should be
I do not know what is best for you or me
We are sick children: happiness or distress
Just fuckin frames, my shoegaze princess
Just stupid words!
We will destroy this fuckin order, my Lil Witch!
Some days, and we find The Cure.
And their system will take a glitch