Masquerade
Running back into the past, the days of blood and crime, trying to get some fame and fortune all of the time. A kind of fight behind the walls makes me realize there are only a few golden crowns, the poor get only crimes.
I don't believe in common laws sorry, I don't need your wars. I get myself a feeling of love, no more tears. Do not submit to politicians, there is always doubt Do not betake yourself to one place where you do your lonely shout.
That's my scene in masquerade ugly faces laugh in streets. They'll run away before the dawn comes with its heat. The weatherman cries out for rain, cry out your dreams! And when I walk in plastic town I will change all of your dreams.
Close to the outskirts Close to universe Close to paradise So close to outer space
