Coffee style, all is black in my head I don´t use milk, it must to be... radical I go forwards in this pitch more and more away from reality
So beautiful – here and now only the Black... is it yet my soul? Only the Higgs-Felds I feel around and don´t need anything more
Coffee style, all is black in my world my world, my coffin, my flesh hey, there is neither the cover nor the bottom but I know I go somewhere, without any reference
In the dark I stagger and won´t see the light anymore at last no god bores me and I am alone and I am happyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
