Dead
Paul Kretz
Dead. Trapped in a corner of madness
No one to give you forgiveness
Words are running through veins
To the perfect place
Here. Hearing only the noise
Fear. Afraid that you have no choice
Voice inclines you to suicide
But you have already died
I don't feel it's right
Take a look from inside
Color: black or white?
Finding my way closer to the abyss
Knowing betrays living through the dreams
I am dead, you're alive
I am mad, you are fine
I deny those who stay high
But, if it is god, I'm right
One step to nowhere
As second of nightmare
You stay there
Forever
Who searches always finds
Who wants to live will live
Who wants to die will die
And all on the contrary
Good buy my life good buy
And maybe you will find
A simple way to me
Instead of being free