Senseless
I remember,
Where did my brain go?
It was probably a dream,
But the hunger of blood and
And so,
To live by myself,
To escape the madness
To enter a sweet freedom fantasy
To dream,
a cold December.
And it still is not there.
I don't really want to know,
but it can be the same,
for we don't want any pain.
Yeah,
of the few.
Maybe it was just another scene,
without you.
cold warm hearts spread to the town.
And the chase led to a new start,
an exploding show.
I think I must go.
In the forest, with my dreams.
that always will be the same.
without pain.
dream...
05.09.1998
