I am a collector, a second-hand trader Of memories, of traumas I am a collector, a second-hand trader Of memories, of traumas Of sweet and pure sensation
Past mistakes, into mind Past mistakes, into mind
'Cause I've been left living The fears and dreams Amount in the hollow of my mind 'Cause I've been left lifeless Asleep, I'm alive and well In broad daylight
'Cause I've been left living The fears and dreams Amount in the hollow of my mind 'Cause I've been left lifeless Asleep, I'm alive and well In broad daylight
Recall, the ordeals, the renouncement The missings, the forgottens, the treasures Recall, the outstandings, the reminiscences Long gone, surfacing, rising from nowhere
Looking, on my, in-fer Always looking
Imposing, in a violent way
It's time for me to see There's no ghost from the past No baby in the attic Just a foretaste of living An aftertaste of life sin
It's time for me to see There's no ghost from the past No baby in the attic Just a foretaste of living An aftertaste of life sin
It's time for me to see There's no ghost from the past No baby in the attic Just a foretaste of living An aftertaste of life sin