End of the Line

I never thought I live in a synagogue
I never thought I hate to meet a friend
I don't know but I can't see my self
Just description of an unknown face
I isolation behind my mask
I could have my chance
And I can cry...

I never thought they call me mister madman
I never thought they tell me what to think
I'm just a toy that someone could play with
Guess it's the price of rock'n roll
I creep trough circles to give them a show
It's the life in the circle
I guess you know

To the end of the line - and back
You really got me going, now I'm back - on track
You really got me going on

I never thought I live in a synagogue
I never thought I hate to meet a friend
I don't know but I can't see my self
Just description of an unknown face
I isolation behind my mask
I can have my chance
And I can cry

To the end of the line - and back
You really got me going, now I'm back - on track
You really got me going on



Credits
Writer(s): Tyrant
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