Sentenced sitting, going trough my life.
Those human ways full of tears.
We are just pepole, sounds in my ears.
It is you who is laughing what´s your way?
I´ve got a disgusting human factor inside me
I´m just a man and know I´m not alone
We are just people runs trought my head
It´s you who is suprised, is it my way?
You sit in the midnight the rain on your face
You cry over your lost world unable to lift up
On the sweating skin the drops of rain fall
You listen to them guitly, do you know where is your power?
Past, present, future, time
Chicken on the roast
Past, present, future, time
Statues on the bridge
I´ve got a disgusting human factor inside me
I´m just a man and know I´m not alone
We are just people runs trought my head
It´s you who is suprised, is it my way?
The way of distress and pain
The way of love h2er than death
The way of lost illusions and open gates
wounds that bleed and those already healed.
Is it my way?
