From the fucking circle I'll break it all when

Everyone gets tired of all we have made

Through these years somehow, time is stocked somehow

Suddenly my lips spoke of death and red wine

Suddenly your hands find my skin but my mind

Wasn't there but you don't care

And no one seems to care of all this shit of life we dream about

Don't you ever tell me I've been waiting for

Some kind of quiet world, or so, that doesn't exist at all

Don't you blame the illness of world to be stopped

Cause that was in the real world now I'll try to find out my own way

Crossing through the fields where nobody can see my face...

Throwing up your words all over your velvet

Will you turn your back on me when you are nothing

Will you be the same when I came into the fire

Don't you ever tell me I've been waiting for

Some kind of quiet world, or so, that doesn't exist at all

Don't you blame the illness of world to be stopped

Cause that was in the real world now I'll try to find out my own way