Blurred

The clouds, the faces stoned
The ghosts of love are leaving
Always locked in this time
What ends when anything bleeding

Wear the big grey-straightjacket
The rusty chains of life
Give up all sightless faith
Lay down all your pride

The wishes, the shouts like water
Steril thoughts, an open sore
And we will dissolve
As blood drifts like snow

Wear the old grey-straightjacket
The hard blindfolded life
Blurred, stained and covered
Bury all your pride

See a freezing decade
Of love - stained pictures
Turns in to hate
Now it's to late forever