Waisting this life, hoarfrost inside. With your guillotine goodbye, the hex of your eye. What a strange feeling, blowing under my skin. I heard it in a dream, I wrote it in a book. Sharing your face, now I could not care less. We are all buried alive, in our caskets we lie. Could we go on masked forever? Could we ignore woods of feathers? If you never see you will never betray her. Born the 17th of November. The street fighting youth, will save our reputation. Blood shot eyes stain. Nothing's ever the same, with your guillotine goodbye. There is no reason to do right. Now you paralyze everything that you have inside. Now you paralyze everything that you wanted to hide. I'm on, but nothing will change.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN