It’s me In my own person Mysterious nobody pushed to The middle of the stage I – the pursue full of Wasted whispered feelings The fairytale with unwritten happy-end Illusion of sand castle The prophet committing suicide Searching for the truth In poetry of drugs Do you really think I’ve got a mad look in my eyes There’s no way out of the humid cell Of my guilty conscience Can’t go out of the labyrinth of memoires I remember Paris in 1989 Creeping shadows On corners of pillage place Notre-damme stained glass Window beam on my heart Empty sanctuary – lost way to paradise Distinguished whores Buying most expensive priests and politicians Broken flower in my hand Murdered faith Someone’s knocking I swim out of the bad-clothes Wipe away from face yesterday’s alcohol Someone’s waiting on the other side of rainbow Looking for the key to my soul I bear it yet Endure yet But I’ve got a mad look in my eyes Take away your hands From my conscience Take away your truth From my life Take away raped faith From the altars Go away Please Don’t you look into my empty eyesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
