Towards Tedious Nightmare

STILL WE RIDE

(WITH NO MEANING, WE GROW COLD)

WASTED DAYS - BEYOND RECOGNITION
IN THE TIMES OF THE FALL
LONG STEPS TOWARDS SECOND BEGINNING
IF THE GOAL - HAS NO MEANING AT ALL

WITH NO MEANING AT ALL

STILL WE RIDE TOWARDS TEDIOUS NIGHTMARE
CORRUPT EMOTIONAL WAGE
COLD INCISION - TO SPARK THE NEEDS TO REMAIN
NO HOPE IN VEINS

WASTED YEARS THROUGH CHANGE AND REPRESSION
WHILE THE TOWERS FALL
DECADENCE REVEALS THE ILLUSION
BEHIND PLASTIC FACE - WE GROW COLD

WE GROW COLD

STILL WE RIDE TOWARDS TEDIOUS NIGHTMARE
CORRUPT EMOTIONAL WAGE
COLD INCISION - TO SPARK THE NEEDS TO REMAIN
NO HOPE IN VEINS

STILL WE RIDE

OVER AND OVER
IN SEARCH FOR THE COVER
FROM THE OCEANS AWAY
FROM HYPOCRITICAL LOVER
I'M YOUR FRIEND - UNTIL THE END
WE ARE SINKING
WE ARE SINKING

(WITH NO MEANING, WE GROW OLD)

STILL WE RIDE TOWARDS TEDIOUS NIGHTMARE
CORRUPT EMOTIONAL WAGE
COLD INCISION - TO SPARK THE NEEDS TO REMAIN
NO HOPE IN VEINS

STILL WE RIDE