Diary Of Dreams - E.-dead-Motion Lyrics
Long, lost faces jump off fencesTaste the fall on bloody lipsSit up, bend downConnect the massesGrounded, reduced to soilFeel, fake - reject my touchShiver, shake - don't trust my languageBut still it's up to you!How can you cope with rare conditionsThat you've caused by yourselfNever try to understand me!Never try to face my faces!