I hear the strings in my head
they sound threatening
like Darth Vader coming over
to get me
like the sinking submarine
redlight
like the Dramahook coming, as with Codplay
a quartet is playing in my head
so horribly rythmical
ilike the city is evacuated, because there's no way back
like Kevin is alone, because he didn't notice
like being able to feel everything, but never being happy
Maybe it was to perfect
And now it comes as it had come
I take her home
my fucked patterns
my easy path made out of wood
that shines tempting like gold
and crosses me all the time
welcome back
my bad ghosts
my faithful companions
I always suspected you were with me,
and everything that saved me from you is gone
crushed
crushed
welcome back
I hear the beats in my ear
Klick-Klick-Klack
like it's a morse code
Nothing hard, if my head was a 8O8
by Rick Ross
like a time bomb, ready to explode
I feel the beat in my stomach
It's hitting and boxing me
like it's a big fight in Rocky
like my pulse never was this high, because it's shocked
because what was burried for long, came back
Maybe it was to perfect
And now it comes as it had come
I take her home
my fucked patterns
my easy path made out of wood
that shines tempting like gold
and crosses me all the time
welcome back
2x
my bad ghosts
my faithful companions
I always suspected you were with me,
and everything that saved me from you is gone
crushed
crushed
welcome back
What counts is that I tried
that you stand for it and do something
small steps are alright
even though it's not done or enough today
nobody said it's easy
the old fight against the ghosts
and believe me, it'll be enough
but until then: welcome back
2x
my bad ghosts
my faithful companions
I always suspected you were with me,
and everything that saved me from you is gone
crushed
crushed
welcome back