I woke up, or did I resurrect?
Is it just me, or something's really wrong?
I feel like I can't even walk the line...
Or maybe I've been dead for much too long.
There is no point in stayng right.
There is no way for living in advance...
You take a pause,
And someone steals your chance...
Somehow our dirty lives aren't worth a thing...
Yeah, darling, truth does sting...
We're living in a crazy world
Where sanity is just a word.
They say:"Run for your life!"
And terrified, you run...
You pray, you sweat, while your last breath
Is loaded in their gun...
It's somehow always been like this...
They say that being blind is bliss.
What was it for? What aim? What sense?
I'd choose to die in self-deffence.
Some say the bliss is for the blind
Just kill me once more, be so kind!
Isnt it ironic?
© Copyright: Янош Фальк, 2005
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