71199 Songtext

von Pure Soundart

Cut out into the light I cant follow,
Vapid words whispering (hit me, hit me)
Sick sad cycles, sitting still confused,
Hearing these bad news (hit me, hit me)
Couldn't be worse, what a cunning plan
This ugly message (beats he, beats me).
Oh my heart, my unimportance
Is shocking me once again forever.
November '99 the music died
November '99 the music died (hit me)
November '99 the music died
November '99, stucked for my voice
Traces of memories, no sign of relief,
Sneering whistles (hit me, hit me)
Words formed to explain stucked in my throat
Curios seemed (seek me, seek me)
Poisons, wired tabs illuminating me in tears (shake me, shake me)
Broken in half, stucked for my voice,
This is forever, ever and ever.
Oh, stucked for my voice, no sign of relief.
Stucked for my voice, insist on my search.
Smile lies in tears, stucked for my voice
Search for my heart, shattered in pieces.
November 99 the music died
November 99 the music died (hit me)
November 99 the music died (hit me)
November 99, Stucked for my voice