15.01.2006, 02:59
your actions turn conquest to dust
in portents of fate you foolishly place trust
sense fear in your broken breathing
resort to shadows till your body expires
all creation has the promise of heaven
and still you travel the road to hell
i'm saying nothing for the good of myself
but I'm still talking and you're not listening
as night descends upon the city
the streets are cold, the lights go by
and in the stories of the people
a million faces, a million lies
they'll never say they feel what you feel
that they can see the world you see
and in their faces, their expressions
a million faces, a million lies.
Wie oft hab ich das Lied heute wohl schon gehoert...
in portents of fate you foolishly place trust
sense fear in your broken breathing
resort to shadows till your body expires
all creation has the promise of heaven
and still you travel the road to hell
i'm saying nothing for the good of myself
but I'm still talking and you're not listening
as night descends upon the city
the streets are cold, the lights go by
and in the stories of the people
a million faces, a million lies
they'll never say they feel what you feel
that they can see the world you see
and in their faces, their expressions
a million faces, a million lies.
Wie oft hab ich das Lied heute wohl schon gehoert...