Loud - Front 242

Sour is the taste on my tongue

Heavy the sum of treasons

Enormous the price to pay

Profound the feel of despair

Days break under the same sun

Life streams and finds me still

Night fall not to surface again

What matters remains unseen

Far away from the drowning

Far away from the greed

Far away from the dreams of glory

I redefined me

Quieter even when life bites hard

Grounded serene and deeper

Sunder?

beween?

and limb

Radiant, rather than distant

Help me forget

Tell me I’m not done yet

Help me erase

And start another phase

Help me forget

Tell me I’m not done yet

Help me erase

And start another phase

Maybe next time

The shift of paradigm

Will help me find

The reason and the rhyme

Maybe next time

I can touch the sublime

Maybe next time

I’ll find myself

Help me forget

Tell me I’m not done yet

Help me erase

And start another phase

Help me forget

Tell me I’m not done yet

Help me erase

And start another phase