Tekster: Babylonia. Motel La Solitude. The Corner.

Born alone
Poor creaturs made of
Flesh and bones
unprotected
Hpe someone listens to their moans
there are leaves in the sky
At the mercy of the wind
Unconsciousness
Walk by my side
Lead me through the night
Something waits around the corner
i don't want to discover
what schemes around the corner
I am trembling
Tehre's state of disillusion
An inner feeling of confusion
Here comes the conclusion
And i'm falling apart
Carry on
Try not to show how frightned we are
On the run
all the end it seems
we haven't come so far
there are clouds in the sly
like thoughts inside my mind
Disenchantment
Through the veils of human uncertainty

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