A New Cage [Radio Edit]
FLORIAN SIKORSKI, MARTIN WEILAND (DE 2), LENNART A SALOMON, LENNART ALEXANDER SALOMON, MARTIN A. WEILAND
Nothing is left to say
Watching you fade away
No intermission, no strength for a doubt
Solutions are kind of worn out
Tearing myself apart
Call it a form of art
All of my visions and all of my deeds
No more than oblivious feeds
I’m building myself a new cage
To lock up my anger and rage
And all of those billboards selling good times and fun
All bleached away by the sun
Skies up above seem still
Free from desire and will
No need for worries and no need for greed
Imagination, indeed.
I’m building myself a new cage
To lock up my anger and rage
And all of those billboards selling good times and fun
All bleached away by the sun