I'm walking the line I hate this world I'm seeking for freedom What's luck What's luck All is illusion Reality is dying All is covered in varnish Scratch it off - and you see rust Just look at the people Grabbing everything Trying to bye luck Ruthlessly Stick at nothing Isolation is king Consum is deadly All is covered in varnish Scratch it off - and you see rust Your hand is like hope Your face as white as milk Your skin the surrival Your mouth is sweat Words like honey Creep into my ears Speak softly to me It's dragging me home - this feeling - away, away. away - faraway I wanna go (with you)
I'm walking the line I hate this world I'm seeking for freedom What's luck What's luck All is illusion Reality is dying All is covered in varnish Scratch it off - and you see rust Just look at the people Grabbing everything Trying to bye luck Ruthlessly Stick at nothing Isolation is king Consum is deadly All is covered in varnish Scratch it off - and you see rust Your hand is like hope Your face as white as milk Your skin the surrival Your mouth is sweat Words like honey Creep into my ears Speak softly to me It's dragging me home - this feeling - away, away. away - faraway I wanna go (with you)
