these are the times
i don't get in trouble anymore
no man's land was called our ground
we landed later on
what i want i'm not sure
but i'll be the first to know
what comes first and who is right
and where we're heading for
way too far
underneath
the facade
held in leash
a broken heart
it could be
a broken heart
it could be
these are the times 
i don't get nothing from anyone
no real harm after the storm
but everything's upside down
i guess that after many years
i still say fuck the norm
i guess that after many years
i still don't belong
way too far...


(c) Absynthe Minded