so here I stand in no-mans-land with a sun in my hand
which sparkles with your dead beams through moons creek
No...you can't run you can't crawl through the life you (once)adored eventhough pain is too strong and you can't take it anymore
sun is burning ever eternal infernal burning
dangerous mad forever screwed reminds me of you
No...you can't run you can't crawl through the life you (once)adored eventhough pain is too strong and you can't take it anymore
(Her devilish soul) what is the meaning of life if life is pointless what is the meaning of life if we are limited to the desires and passions we feel why don't we tear down the wall when dreams and souls are hold imprisoned why is too little handed over to fantasism and psychedealism why not be free as the eagle and hunt the passions you see why not remain as your black god infinite in the cynic flesh What the hell have I done???