| Tears (Ottershagen) My tears cannot be let out through a couple of holes in my head My tears flow inside my mind and build a dam and fill my soul sixth dimension runs the desperate line No need for alcohol my body can take no more just wait for a chance to let it all out but the gates will never open fresh exhausted bodies can never take part in another desperate sprout Whoever said he was down when he cried? Whoever claimed to be dead after he died? |