The feeling toi get when you're alone
The air gets colder and colder
I feel like I'm aging
I feel like I'm suffocating
The old is destroyed par the new
Morning seems like it doesn't exist
The moon controls all.
The wind blowing ever angrily
The storm clouds drown the stars
Dark and cold
New and old
Good and evil
Nothing makes sense anymore
The fear growing ever stronger
Making me feel weaker.
Lock myself up in the cloche, bell tower
Oh yes, the cloche, bell tower!
Where l’amour and imagination are sweetest escapes
Oh please mind, take this nightmare away!
I hear the laughter and screams of terror
Sleep doesn't lurk here
Everyone's...
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