Inventing Dreams Disconnection
Oh, it seems to me that you have lost your face
In the line of endless masquerades you are a little foolish girl
Oh, it seems to me that I have lost my pride
Fumes of your deception cloud my mind – it's delirium that rules the game.
Turn of your senses
Disconnection inspirits
Turn of your senses
There is nobody standing by your side
Lost and scared you are running, trying to hide
Give yourself in my surrender, child...
The arrows of the broken clock will point the way to Disconnection World
Plug yourself out of this stinking pond
We will meet the Green Dawn on the edge of the universe that's full of shit
Hold me tight and close your eyes