pretty girls and pretty boys we're throwing fists and feeling joy- we're chrashing mirrors and wearing masks "we're loving it... we don't pretend" we are desperately seeking soul behind every song and refinding hearts... stretching quiet phones we swear we're sweating in cold beds reminisence's a false sidewalk until our detour's end we are seeking isolation in the "ьbermensch" two and pushing away everyone we've ever knew (and now) let's dedicate the last desperate song for the shadow-hiding kids and their 'rights and wrongs' we're changing facts to become just like you by never leaving our room... paranoia is paving the way for the boulevard of love and hate thousand of regrets will lead us astray... would you give me your soul to hear - 'i'm about to end these nights' take a look into my eyes and you'll see the bitter fights with all the kids i left behind "i never wanted this to become my song i never wanted you to become my song"