Crisis
a sudden storm comes over life
steals the satisfaction
kills our conscience
makes it sick
and we are not the same
that easy way in flames
will replaced by suspicion
replaced by the fear
your not outside
no laughter hides
no moving back
no argue left
crisis!
we were drunken with success
we had our masterplans
everything controllable
today all things brushed of
and we reflect and will prepare
we let fall the mask
this might be next step
for leaving our past
your not outside
no laughter hides
no moving back
no argue left
crisis!
a sudden storm comes over life
smashed is youe satisfaction
