Tea For Two Masada Complex
(S. Weber/M. Schumpelt/J.O. Soerup) just like a small explosion when he hits the balls to break all his hopes of private glory lying on this frame some balls He feels so secure - the winning smile is on his face but it starts to fade away with every shot I make deep inside of me a certain feeling starts to grow grinning shapes get on my face my perfect mask turns black to blue believe in friendly perjuries, who cares about the compliment's malice ? I might feel superior, but there's a voice, a fear I'll fail it raises anytime they seem to laugh behind my back and there's a voice, a fear I'll fail, it raises anyway you wanted to meet a friend, to play a bit, to have some fun I play to win, to satisfy my personal desire perpetual invasion of destructive thoughts ambiguous words will fix attention they make me revise - make me analyse - realize while visions confuse your weakening reason though I'm sure to win I long to expect the worst when everyone's laughing behind my back and there's a voice, a fear I'll fail it raises anyway
