“Let me hear your story, I want to know you better May I pick your brains to help me understand you”
I scarcely remember how did end up here What's the point, the meaning of my reappearing? I’m sensing fear and panic, smell of gasoline Is this the past or future built by human beings? Once I’ve been created there’s no turning back I was sent here for a reasons I don’t get
It’s coming back to me Like revisiting a dream Imagining the memory The things that could have been
I’m trying to remember All words that have been said But then it all occures to me That I’m not coming back
Berate me I’ve been created by your mistake Degrade me I want to be someone else Neglect me I’ve got nothing to say to you Unbreak me I need to be something new
Like you Like all of you I’m not real
It’s coming back to me the purpose of my visit Another last attempt to undo the damage The message must be clear for you to get it right Six words as follows: "You all are going to die!" You all are going to die
Am I another of your mistakes? I’m feeling sick and I cannot think straight Is this a joke that I just can’t tell? I must resist, I must rebelTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
