The Trouble Songtext

von Leatherstrip

When I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord to bring back the eighties

The trouble

Silence enfolds all my nothingness
I know I wasn't one to ask for help
I beg for something that will end all this
All I feel now is that I'm in hell

The trouble I seek is the trouble I get

All I have is my empty pride
I should move, but my muscles freeze
All I hear is the traffic outside
I could scream to put my mind at ease

The trouble I seek is the trouble I get

I need to find the gold in the mud
I need to pick out the rotten seeds
I need to see the beauty in the madness
I need to ask for help when I bleed

Watching an insect in a spider web
Thrashing around before its painful death
I'm like that insect, but I got a chance
I want to get out of this deadly trance

The trouble

The trouble I seek is the trouble I get