welcome to my lies running up the stairs i belong to entertainment all my hollow life is a empty suicide its my reflex complicated nobody would like to see my true reality show come drugs come girls come extreme thrill
no privacy, no palace no galaxy, no guarantee
tonight i can't be mine i am the primetime show me a sign difficult reflections in this frequencies false romantic revelation stages hoping for something on the fuc*ing back stage
my life is cold like a siberian morning my hands are growing and deforming
help me...
i prove the prime time this killing myself inside
you're a drowning star show me a sign
tonight i cant be mine
help im drowning into the sickness there is no point of return just take a look over my shoulder
