Ich bin untröstlich, aber meine Texte sind leider in Englisch. Jaja, so viele sinds auch noch nicht, aber wie gesagt ich steckte in einem kreativen Loch. Es sieht folgendermaßen aus: ich bin im Reimen nicht gerade gut, bin quasi noch am üben. Also nehmts mit nicht krumm, wenn ihr die Texte scheiße findet *lol*

Forgotten

 

I'm sitting downstairs in my cave

Waiting for something I don’t know

Trying to breathe slowly

Hoping it soon ends

 

My face is hidden in my hands

So nobody can see I cried

Bleeding out the painful wounds

Noone takes a look inside me

 

What am I waiting for?

What am I bleeding for?

What am I hoping for?

And wat am I living for?

 

Nobody asked if I wanted to live

But everybody says how I have to

I can’t stand it any longer

That fucking pressure lasting on me

 

I try to get out but

How can you get out of something

That you created in your nightmare?

I’m damned to decay in myself

 

What am I waiting for?

What am I bleeding for?

What am I hoping for?

And what am I living for?

 

I ask you, does life make sense

If you felel tired, sic and hated?

I ask you, can you have fun

If you are not able to laugh?

I ask you… Everyone of you!

 

If there’s a god why did he forget me?

Doesn’t he see how I’m breaking down?

Why doesn’t he help me?

What can I do?

 

What am I waiting for?

What am I bleeding for?

What am I hoping for?

What am I living for? … Tell me!

 

Hell’s gates are opened

I just have to get in

I don’t have anything to lose

I just died… alone.

 

 

Funeral Of The Living

 

Can you hear the sigh?

Listen, it is quiet.

It’ll soon become a cry.

If we do not quit.

 

[Die, murderers…]

 

We suck out it’s life

Do not respect it’s gifts

We hurt it with knifes

Don’t acknowledge our mistakes

 

But the vengeance will come

The vengeance by the giving

Our planet suffered enough

It’ll be the funeral of the living

 

Die, murderers, die!

Die, murderers, die!

Open your eyes,

Open your ears!

Are you silly enough to believe

We don’t have to pay for everything we’ve done?

Die as slowly as our world does!

 

But why doing something?

It’s so easy to sit down

And go on with exploiting!

To lazy to move on our own…

 

[Die, murderers, die!

Die, murderers, die!]

 

But the vengeance will come

The vengeance by the giving

Our planet waited enough

It’ll be the funeral of the living!

The funeral of the living!

The funeral of the living!

 

Our funeral!

 

 

 

 

It’s Over

 

Lonely I sat in my dark cave

Digging deeper my own grave

I was scared by the shadows on my wall

And always feared that I could fall

 

Someday you reached me your hand

And led me out, showed me the land

Said that I got to spread my wings

Should start believe in weird things

 

I felt sad

I felt lost

I felt always depressed

I knew deep in myself

That I was almost dead

But now it’s over

(Not anymore)

Now it’s over

(Not anymore)

 

You showed me how to smile

You taught me how to laugh

You showed me how to play

And even how to love

 

I cried

Noone consoled me

I screamed

Noone heard me

I died

Noone saw me

But now it’s over

(Not anymore)

Now it’s over

(Not anymore)

 

I felt sad

I felt lost

I felt always depressed

I knew deep in myself

That I was almost dead

But now it’s over

(Not anymore)

Now it’s over

(Not anymore)

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