Diary Of Dreams

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Das Gift des Messias Rainbow's End The new Messiah Das Gift wartet auf uns am anderen Ende des Regenbogen Thankful as I stumble into future I fall asleep in this god-given Gift Kind of weird your absolution Father, make them go! Your hand touches my face As if it glides through water A kiss on lifeless flesh You should have practiced what you preach! First you asked for darkness And now you want the sun It's been so long since someone cared A hostage just to have a friend How thoughtful and how kind Drown my head in water Slice me into halves You really think I'd care? Songtexte Legenden werden geboren und in kleinen gepolsterten Zimmern aufbewahrt. Einsam lernst Du das zu lieben was Du nie beruhren wirst It is rather indefinable whether a dream can response to reality, or if it is possibly more likely that the knowledge of the existence of our subconscious being, which sincerely rejects what is not in our definate(range of) acceptance, can survive much longer... However our decision may turn out, the magic of its inspirative influence issurely the best proof to what research has made me accept... Metablic, schizoid indeed, s-care-ful-d we may tremble towards our future, but still always being aware of nothing else more anxiously, but of our dreams. Aus Songtexte Mania