32- For ever I'm alone
Windows flapping, windows closing in a time you can't predict,
how the future will show his power all those damages above.
In the depths of your mistakes are the sorrows of your lies,
and no one will ever wonder why you never felt alive.
For ever I'm alone,
in this city far away.
I don't know this flag,
colours I can't name.
In this book of memories,
is a picture of how I was.
And how I'll never be.
Doors are locking to adjourn the broken letters,
no one ever realize that he can't even speak.
With his black board of religion he falls away,
Will there ever be someone that picks it up for me.
For ever I'm alone,
in this city far away.
I don't know this flag,
colours I can't name.
In this book of memories,
is a picture of how I was.
And how I'll never be.
The peaceful environment are shaking, crumbling down,
waiting to make a hit of why I will build up
and dangers lurking in the fields that I've to cut.
To ever get an overview of what I never brought.
For ever I'm alone,
in this city far away.
I don't know this flag,
colours I can't name.
In this book of memories,
is a picture of how I was.
And how I'll never be.
In this house of statement, where judges never judge.
Is this speech of mind control inside of those who need.
Stories I can't find in mine are made by the wrong words.
But all I have to take right now is a rest for fifteen years.
For ever I'm alone,
in this city far away.
I don't know this flag,
colours I can't name.
In this book of memories,
is a picture of how I was.
And how I'll never be.
Windows flapping, windows closing in a time you can't predict,
how the future will show his power all those damages above.
In the depths of your mistakes are the sorrows of your lies,
and no one will ever wonder why you never felt alive.
For ever I'm alone,
in this city far away.
I don't know this flag,
colours I can't name.
In this book of memories,
is a picture of how I was.
And how I'll never be.
Doors are locking to adjourn the broken letters,
no one ever realize that he can't even speak.
With his black board of religion he falls away,
Will there ever be someone that picks it up for me.
For ever I'm alone,
in this city far away.
I don't know this flag,
colours I can't name.
In this book of memories,
is a picture of how I was.
And how I'll never be.
The peaceful environment are shaking, crumbling down,
waiting to make a hit of why I will build up
and dangers lurking in the fields that I've to cut.
To ever get an overview of what I never brought.
For ever I'm alone,
in this city far away.
I don't know this flag,
colours I can't name.
In this book of memories,
is a picture of how I was.
And how I'll never be.
In this house of statement, where judges never judge.
Is this speech of mind control inside of those who need.
Stories I can't find in mine are made by the wrong words.
But all I have to take right now is a rest for fifteen years.
For ever I'm alone,
in this city far away.
I don't know this flag,
colours I can't name.
In this book of memories,
is a picture of how I was.
And how I'll never be.