Overmars
Overmars - Obsolete songtekst
Je score:
I close my eyes on monochrome grey skies A backdrop forever soiled with a feeling of futility Excreta of an empty life where habits breed the Alienating I foresee nothing but ordinary renunciation Your eyes open on this gangrenous set Nothing to kowtow you, but I can already picture us dead Such assurance emanating from you, What kills me makes you stronger Within the opaqueness of my servitude, My reddest wrath turns colourless No colour with enough heat to disguise abomination It's hanging in the balance, right inside, Where nothing can appease aversion Let's fight our frigid fate with an obsolete optimism Our eyes close as one on the same picture of defeat