Seven Days
Good morning every day
Everybody's way
How to feel awake
Let me abuse you
Let the mirror say
What do they pray
No time to ask again
Let me abuse you
Not feeling alive
Not feeling alive
And you'll never get the cup
But you'll never beg for grace
And you'll never miss all these lies and these drugs
That game, disillusion of life
But you follow them for seven days
And you follow all their signs
And you consider how to escape from their rules
These orders and from their lies
You flee behind a door
They don't want more
Just to adore
Let me abuse you
Look through a keyhole
What will you see
Conspiracies
Let me amuse you
Not feeling alive
Not feeling alive
Not feeling alive
And you'll never get the cup
But you'll never beg for grace
And you'll never miss all these lies and these drugs
That game, disillusion of life
And you follow them for seven days
And you follow all their signs
And you consider how to escape from their rules
These orders and from their lies
The cold, the words, the gold, the rules
The signs, the drugs, the games, the fight
The cold, the words, the gold, the rules
The signs, the drugs, the games, the fight
The cold, the words, the gold, the rules
The signs, the drugs, the games, the fight
The cold, the words, the gold, the rules
The signs, the drugs, the games, the fight
Everybody's way
How to feel awake
Let me abuse you
Let the mirror say
What do they pray
No time to ask again
Let me abuse you
Not feeling alive
Not feeling alive
And you'll never get the cup
But you'll never beg for grace
And you'll never miss all these lies and these drugs
That game, disillusion of life
But you follow them for seven days
And you follow all their signs
And you consider how to escape from their rules
These orders and from their lies
You flee behind a door
They don't want more
Just to adore
Let me abuse you
Look through a keyhole
What will you see
Conspiracies
Let me amuse you
Not feeling alive
Not feeling alive
Not feeling alive
And you'll never get the cup
But you'll never beg for grace
And you'll never miss all these lies and these drugs
That game, disillusion of life
And you follow them for seven days
And you follow all their signs
And you consider how to escape from their rules
These orders and from their lies
The cold, the words, the gold, the rules
The signs, the drugs, the games, the fight
The cold, the words, the gold, the rules
The signs, the drugs, the games, the fight
The cold, the words, the gold, the rules
The signs, the drugs, the games, the fight
The cold, the words, the gold, the rules
The signs, the drugs, the games, the fight
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Frenken
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