Texty: Acid Death. Our Shadows.

So much fear in me
The future that I will never-never see
Happiness is wasted-for ever
Here, so lonely at the mountain top

Is all this for a better tomorrow?
The shouting the running alienated personalities
Feel like an idiot to myself
So depressed-so depressed

The engine-sound, so deafening
Above our heads like a God

In desperate moments I run-I run for myself
Hide beneath my shadow(hide beneath my shadow)
Snakes in my hands, in my red eyes
As it fires its lightening away
My gun no longer protects me-did it ever, I wonder

So depressed, so depressed


It`s better this way
Not to think-not to think again
Why should I-should I live for
Fight again in someone else`s war

The light brings pain, but heals my scars
My skin is re-becoming in a new state of life
Sorrow is behind in the noise of a neverland
Beneath my shadow nothing exist

Nothing exist: