Cemetery Of Scream

Insincere
I see the past days in front of me Longin' for something that has passed Askin' about the future Hidden deep outside the world Insincere in my own intentions I found it inside of me It's been waiting for its new moon To live in my eyes The instant Bitter like some bile Burning Burning like a wound Each simple day's over Pickin' up the flowers Over the TV-set To project the eyes With bare hands Run' way from the pain In a world of a dream Thrown into a whirl of reality Lips are so fervent Stars are so distant Each simple gesture Lookin' in each other's eyes Touching' the hands I can tell: Aus Songtexte Mania