Should I care about all those nights of desperation; you did find me at the train station, still weak of the journey from passion to bitter sensation.
And you and mindless followers, moving such as little soldiers, running for their lives, spinning around my defensive little box. Don’t you get to know me; I’ll destroy both of our dreams, senses and will. The cold wind blows noisy whisperings of our fate and there must be some kind of mercy in my eyes, you know me more than people do. Oh don’t you try to get to me.
Chewing the little cells and stopping my breath to make me feel your strength oh mean, vile, cruel Spartan of old times, oh don’t you try to get to me.
That deadly touch of yours, for that I wish you to touch me more, shivers me, while you strangle my passion. Oh would you keep your head on the plan, with that creepy smile, wistful eye. And yet, barely standing it was fine for you to spread your power in me, quietly, fiercely, there’s no such a thing as a struggle for life. Oh but don’t you dare coming back to me, for I am the weary soldier that need to stare at that little tent of blue and bulbs of fire to believe the old lie of the patria.
That deadly touch of yours, for that I wish you to touch me more, shivers me, while you strangle my passion. Oh would you keep your head on the plan, with that creepy smile, wistful eye. And yet, barely standing it was fine for you to spread your power in me, quietly, fiercely, there’s no such a thing as a struggle for life. Oh but don’t you dare coming back to me, for I am the weary soldier that need to stare at that little tent of blue and bulbs of fire to believe the old lie of the patria.
Minds on water, suffocating yet dancing just like the waves full of wind, wandering to the fair and wide world.
Friend let’s take a walk into your mind, tell me poetry of your soul, literature of your heart, and joyful as a dying musician, let’s forget about the fire inside. Would you like to see the fairy dark side of this growing seed of evil? Too soon we’ve been here, too late we’re leaving. Chromatic chain of desperation, scale of rain, wind of change.
I swathe living devil right into your eyes, dragging me down, below the extinguished dreams of humanity, but the holy fire under my skin burn down all the layers of your wild side that are assaulting my virtues. I will tattoo your soul to mine, engraved your voice in my veins, but don’t you dare leaving me before the end, for I know where to find you, hided within the snow of illusion world. Oh yes I know, Utopia.
I swathe living devil right into your eyes, dragging me down, below the extinguished dreams of humanity, but the holy fire under my skin burn down all the layers of your wild side that are assaulting my virtues. I will tattoo your soul to mine, engraved your voice in my veins, but don’t you dare leaving me before the end, for I know where to find you, hided within the snow of illusion world. Oh yes I know, Utopia.
