歌詞

A cynical man walks in with the sound of a mechanical clock, smiles sarcastically and says: ‘There are no blocks from the beginning’. I say: ‘I was creating space and solace for my soul. Otherwise I wouldn't have been able to sustain myself.’ I just can not get that scene in the box out of my head. Nothing is more cruel than innocence and inexperience. Uncomfortable and miserable smell of gravel is stuck in my head. It is forever staggering around in my head like an undead. It slithers messily around in my skin with synchronical clock, gets in my way and says,‘Take me wherever you go’. I say: ‘Feel so good. I can go anywhere on this foot. You and I gonna hurt each other to sell our hearts, brother’ I just can not get that scene in the box out of my head. Nothing is more cruel than innocence and inexperience. Uncomfortable and miserable smell of gravel is stuck in my head. It is forever staggering around in my head like an undead. Falling asleep in the black mud. And I don't hear anything anymore. Falling asleep in the black mud. And I don't hear anything anymore. I just can not get that scene in the box out of my head. Nothing is more cruel than innocence and inexperience. Uncomfortable and miserable smell of gravel is stuck in my head. It is forever staggering around in my head like an undead.