What's the time? There's no tick-tock.
Stereo pumps a funeral waltz. Drastic awaking, it's dark and so cold
when did you leave, my love? Where did you go?
Is this a nightmare or a psychotic mind? The bottle is empty and so is this night
TV is screening some low budget porn, I hear the ringing, but can't answer the phone
my face on the floor, I give up the fight, small carpet people - they tied me too tight!
I look like Guliver, who was trapped in the sleep with horrors in mind
that his true love was killed
no no no!!!! I'm screaming out loud, losing consciousness, I feel like a clown
policeman knocking on my unlocked door "What did you do last night? Where did you go, mister?"
Lights don't shine, the music has stopped. This room full of shadows is my private world
and I don't hear him asking, I don't give a fuck, what happened outside of this carnival house?!
Take off your mask of white porcelain, the wolves are in town, so where have you been?
When she was screaming for help, when she was facing the end
'cause you are the last one seen holding her hand!
Yeah I held her hand, I remember now
those tears in her eyes in the moment she died
I kissed her goodnight for one last time
tell me why? Why? Why?
Yesterday night was a full moon, my god. Hands covered with fur, my teeth were too sharp
I met her down there, I couldn't explain - I'm a werewolf, sweet darling, please runaway!!!
I loved her too much |
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