It’s not that case upon a stage When someone sold the better things from his world The so-called pain becomes a forgiven shame You tried to be someone, but you’ll never be the same
Think I’ll take the chance and go forth in the second wave So let's thrive, cause my mind is gone. Your god won’t come
A single touch is just a deal The more you pure, the less sacrament is left to kill You know it all was for the fame If once you’re in, your line will burst into a spangle flame
Think I’ll take the chance and go forth in the second wave So let's thrive, cause my mind is gone. Your god won’t come
And every word – is a single moan You’re diving fast, but never roam.