A Colour Cold Black

My Cynical Survival
The fear, the lies-the cruelty the glory, the tales-the jealousy insanities-the morphine things to adore-crumble to dust within the hype-you call your name and then I feel-the nihil the fear, the lies-the cruelty the glory, the tales-the jealousy insanities-the morphine I feel like one of a million I feel like I'm all alone the moral of the story turns to misinterpretation dismember the values into what you feel so never, so cynical the only truth is nothing I don't believe you dreaming and I'll wipe it all away dismember the values into what you feel blue, pale, blind I sure don't mind to spoil it waste what you find I'll be your downer the corroder I leave nothing behind I refuse to swallow the hollow Text: Niki Höning Aus Songtexte Mania