I want nothing to change ever again
Because I think I've found the solution
To everything I'm suffering from and what I get frustrated from
It's mainly just choices
To whom do you tell everything important?
Secrets, that keep you awake at night?
You too have a soul, but it is bleeding
Where does it have a place to crash?
You have a dead mans role in a play
The starring role in front of an empty audience
A long time ago disappeared the magical illusion of the final act
It's easy to get stuck in a perspective illusion
It's very deceiving in it's clarity
In an apparent peace is hidden a great danger
Because you can't foresee something like that
To whom do you whisper everything beautiful?
Secrets, that you want to share?
To whose tab is collected all the burden?
To who does the debt fall to?
You have a dead mans role in a play
The starring role in front of an empty audience
A long time ago disappeared the magical illusion of the final act
You have a dead mans role in a play
The starring role in front of an empty audience
A long time ago disappeared the magical illusion of the final act