Dig out your god, and talk only to him
Only first lines of songs remained in my memory
The slight smell of urine around my bed
They think I can't hear when they whisper around my head
But yeah, I hear:
I'm a shadow of myself, a dirty wall behind the pigs
Nothing proves my existence, only pieces and bits
A sculpture of a human made out of my bones and flesh
Right after a life and right before the death
I am not loved anymore, I'm only haunted
They think I'm completely blind, dumb and deaf
But no, I hear:
There's always rythm and noise inside my head
There' always rythm and noise in my head
There' always rythm and noise in my head
There' always rythm and noise in my head
There' always rythm and noise in my head
TV:
"Nagyon szép színeket látok... Barnát, zöldet!"
Girl:
"See...that...yet...no!"