Put your hand onto my hand
Close your eyes and you will feel it,
Riding through the crazyland
We have something to spread.
Put your heart into the fridge,
Everything must be cold here,
Run away and burn the bridges,
If you want to disconnect.
This world's carefully wrong,
The false mirrors show nothing,
Every head has own stone
Breaking down the second soul.
The dreaming outside the brain
Holding on and never losing
Kicks my ass to go away
And forget this place at all.
...
And if the world is going mad
We should stay down and forgive it,
So put your hand onto my hand,
Just close your eyes and you will feel it...
Through the crazyland
© Copyright: Поларис-2, 2009
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