Narcotized

Nights without a morning

days with out an y light

are you drawned in passion ?

or are you only tired to fight ?

the snakes that you`re charming are

dancing just as long as you play

you fear to STOP and feel the scar

and NO insight can keep you away

you`re narcotized. . .

there`s no pain to bear, but

also no pleasure to feel

also no pleasure to feel

confesss your unconsciousness

behead this breed with the sword of your brain

you say : Don`t break my flute !

cause I wanna try myself to put it away

. . .do it !

You hope, there`ll be a mooorning

and a new day full of sparkeling light

but you don`t open up your eyes

and so you cannot see the morning arise

cause you`re narcotized

but say, please make me feel again

even if there will be pain

even if there will be pain