I'm walking the line I hate this world I'm seeking for freedom What's luck What's luck All is illusion Reality is dying All is covered in varnish scratch it off – and you see rust
Just look at the people grabbing everything trying to buy luck ruthlessly stick at nothing isolation is king consum is deadly All is covered in varnish scratch in off – and you see rust
Your hand is like hope Your face as white as milk Your skin the surrival Your mouth is sweet Words like honey Creep into my ears speak softly to me
It's dragging me home this felling away – away – away – faraway I wanna go (with you)