Are you ready to count down? There’s no way out to run
We’re entering a weak firing range, a cold war area - a boring status quo Which thus makes us extraordinary, don’t you think?
We’ve exceeded capacity long ago, no end or bottom to the self-derision, and I can’t entertain you considerably with follies It’d just make you pointlessly excited Are acceptance and rebellion the only two options? Ah, aesthetics…
“I won’t let anyone touch her.”
Hey! Wounded innocence - this is what makes us of the same kind I’m being reaped, yet must always keep going forwards Feel free to believe in the truth under your skirt’s hem like a fool Why not simply murmur that you’ve been moved almost too much?
Killing time atop my desk, I’d like to prepare some afternoon tea That girl over there’s a much too delicious icon, my passion says, eating through it all without reason
Don’t screw around pretending to be an angel, you want to disappear? All that’s been buried expressionlessly and my birth don’t come together coherently
“You’ve crossed the line. I won’t forgive you.”
Hey! Revive your mind’s eye - this is what makes us of the same kind Both of us will be forgiven; A battleground not even fully equipped Your foolishness is so lovable, something made me think that this evening Kindness flowing over, as if unraveling black hair…
Are you ready to count down? There is no way out to run
Hey! Reveal everything. I will decide my own path.
Hey! Wounded innocence - this is what makes us of the same kind I’m being reaped, yet must always keep going forwards Feel free to believe in the truth under your skirt’s hem like a fool Why not simply murmur that you’ve been moved almost too much?