Hey there, you seem like you don't care
You know you failed to
Taste the dream you stare
But who told you
That they play a game that's fair?
You think they re saint but
You 've been fed lies and despair
You are the sleeping god
A lying giant in me
You are the wasted lamp
A scar I feel but can't see
Lord of the unfound world
In avenues of doped lust
What will I should become?
As taste crescent you so fast
Feel
Scent
Sight
Zest
A last approval
For a visualized last trend
Pre-saled expressions
Beneath communication leds
I wish I could scream
Straight deep in the air
But I cant born
A f*cking sound wave to be heared
You are the sleeping god
A lying giant in me
You are the wasted lamp
A scar I feel but can't see
Lord of the unfound world
In avenues of doped lust
What will I should become?
As taste crescent you so fast