Response To Your Tantrum

Running through
A sand path of youth
(and the trees are tumbling
Crying and stumbling)

In the universe of gold
The lines are thiner
And the damage is more

Thanks, now your god is okay
And now you do what I say

And if you wanna go out
And you strive and try
You'll find out you'll never get out

Yeah
You'd never care

Check this coin
And listen to my words

You will never leave
And you don't want to leave

With only glare the walls
You'll know you're gonna die here

Stop your cry
Stop your cry
Ghosts flying high

Aah, audite verba mea
Ayayay, nolite cogitare

You hear the voice controlling your mind
You hear it talk and talk at night
When you feel it could be right
You think you could be wasting your time?

C'mon right now!

Stop your cry
Stop your cry
Ghosts flying high

Aah, audite verba mea
Ayayay, nolite cogitare



Credits
Writer(s): Joanna Wellemier, Justus Brinkamann, Leyna Wollenhöfer, Philip Fritz
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