In the coloured corridors of circles and strange shapes Existing just to juggle balls and dropping spinning plates Passion burns up empathy and lets your ego rule But somewhere deep inside a seed of doubt is pushing through At night when all the world’s asleep a voice inside me calls and I…
Drop my balls
I got a raging doubt that something here is wrong Maybe I should say something stand out and be strong And if you try to justify they’ll throw you in the cellar with the others Common sense and heroes are so laughably absent
Passion? Give me some empathy Passion? Give me some empathy
I cannot recollect a single word you said When people drown in ponds and drains A bag over the head
And if you try to justify they’ll throw you in the cellar with the others Common sense and heroes just a quaint reminder
Passion? Give me some empathy Passion? Give me some empathy
No no not here not now No no not here not now
I said who do you think you are? I said who do you think you are?
I watched your crawl across the floor Towards this ancient temple door A tragedy most can’t resist Your strange intoxicationTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
