Texty:
Triosphere

Lost The sky that covered my dreams The secret room where all of me Never fell apart Black The stars that guided my way Through blinded years I fell

Welcome to the human condition It's a lethal state of mind There is no cure for the living Only a promise for the dead Wake up to a hangover There's

Reaching out to no man's hand The heart would not let go Yet all could see the tragedy Right before their eyes The low tuned murmur suddenly Was cut

Self conduct by compulsive means Just to keep everything as it seems A chain of pains to fulfill my dreams Bold lies won't make you forget All that

Born with a restless heart Feeding off hope that there can be some reason Why all comes to an end Before one can make amends Silence The screams of

What we have here is a deck of cards With the king of ace and the queen clutching her hearts Do you expect this to be a fair game? What we will see