(Brutal Truth)
Point down on me
As if you seek
Look to yourself
Think for yourself
For what's to be
Will always be
Why can't you see
Life creates its own decision
Why point at me?
Just say what you got to say
Judging your actions
Conditioned fools will always... payThere's something out there left for you
But it's not me
We reached a point of no return it's only right
I set you free
I know I'll have to turn away
But there's nowhere for my love to go
And there won't come a day
When I won't honor what we vowed
But I'll go on with my life
We can even say goodbye for now if
If that's what we have to do
But here in my heart
Even when my arms are empty darlin'
I'm still holdin' on to you
We can't deny that this one's out of our control
Stronger than the both of us and bound to take its toll
I can stand the test of time
And as far as I can see
There are no walls that we can't climb
Standing between you and me
But I'll go on with my life
We can even say goodbye for now if
If that's what we have to do
Here in my heart
Even when my arms are empty darlin'
I'm still holdin' on to you
There's a place you'll always be
No matter where you are
You're here with me
When the world is turnin' upside down
Together we can stand our ground
We can even say goodbye for now if
If that's what we have to do
But here in my heart
Even when my arms are empty darlin'

Verirrt im eigenen Treppenhaus,in der ersten Morgenbrise. Ich hab nichtsgegen eine Nachricht. Bloß nicht schonwieder diese. Was soll das heißen hier,ich krieg nichts mehr? Ich bin bankrott -Na und? Und ihr? Keine Lust mich überhauptdarum zu kümmern. Diese Scheiße mit demGeld und ihr Verlauf, reibt dich nur auf.Ich esse eure Suppe nicht. Nein, eureSuppe esse ich nicht. Schon lieber macheich haufenweise Miese und fahr dieneugekaufte Karre auf die Wiese. Daß esDresche gibt dafür, war immer klar. Dielachen sich doch tot, wenn sich so´n Typwie ich beschwert. Und lächeln immernoch, wenn er krepiert.
Allein-machen sie dich ein.Sometimes late when things are real
And people share the gift of gab between themselves
Some are quick to take the bait
And catch the perfect prize that waits among the shelves

But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And Cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad.

So please believe in me
When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain bright color
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsuds green like bubbles

Oh, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And Cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad

So please believe in me
When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain bright color
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsuds green like bubbles

No, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And Cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad

So please believe in me