Violent Work Of Art Deranged
I try to collect the pieces, the pieces that used to be
myself.
You automated species, your heaven has always been my
hell.
Nothing is everlasting, I have got to change.
Could this be a good thing?, or am I just deranged?
Haven`t I had enough?, haven`t I seen enough?, this is
too much for me.
Seems like I`m all alone, noone who understands, is
this how my life should be?
I`ve lived my life in shadows, to hide behind the rest
of you.
But now you`ve turned transparent, so now I`ve got a
choice to do.
Nothing is everlasting, I have got to change.
Could this be a good thing?, or am I just deranged?
Haven`t I had enough?, haven`t I seen enough?, this is
too much for me.
Seems like I`m all alone, noone who understands, is
this how my life should be?
Your laughter, my pain.
To me it`s just the same.
It`s after me again.
Haven`t I had enough?, haven`t I seen enough?, this is
too much for me.
Seems like I`m all alone, noone who understands, is
this how my life should be?
