When the clock strikes eleven
I die again and again
I hammer the nails into
my coffin with my bare hands
The sand is stuck beneath my nails
Since I’ve scratched my own grave
I breathe with the bitterness of orphans
With the hopelessness of dethroned kings
And I can’t even count my tears
The number 23 will be my destiny
One hour before midnight I
Say farewell Without sadness I
Fall into the big-black hole that my
Own mistakes have created for me
They found me in a coffin
My ignorance was my death
Because in my life I became
A shiftless, soulless slave
With my two eyes, two hands
I did nothing
Everything I want to be
is far away from reality
This is my never-ending circle
It lasts until the very end of my life
It lasts until the very end of my life
A XX. századi szépirodalmi hivatkozások (Ady, József Attila) mesteri beillesztése a zenekar szintén irodalmi eszköztárral felépített szövegvilágába teszi kiemelkedővé ezt a korongot. lorand_ppp
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