Song Of Shame

Let me tell you a story about a backfired rocketship

Some trees just can't bloom if the seed of potential never splits

Some trees just can't bloom

They never will

Born to a life of a briught future with every chance to excel

Instead he took this fucking chances with the cheapest goddamn thrills

He'd do anything, he'd take anything for a moment's satisfaction

Sweet seconds of pleasure could never measure to a lifetime of addiction

In the dark night, he tries to remember a future once so bright

"It won't happen to me, it won't happen to me, it won't happen to me"

Thats what they always fucking say

The man who thinks he's above misery, hurt and harm and pain is the man who lives his life tightly bound as a slave in chains of a neverending abyss, of an artificial bliss

And he lives just like a slave for giving his life away for nothing