On A Solid Rock Without The Truth
i can touch you but never feel you
all i feel is a burning absence
and as long as i consider myself the highest
there will be nothing but endless pain
i´m like a body without a head
a breathing dead
i´m eyes without sight
a gun with no bullets
without the truth...
i´m a fraud, a fake, i know
but i got no courage to confront my vice
and that´s why i´ll stay in this prison
with me and my nothing, my nothing!
empty words in empty books
with empty ideas to lead me astray
empty scenes in the tv screens
to entertain and numb my brain
empty discussions with empty people
to feed my falsity and dishonesty
a body without a head
a breathing...
