Storm - Run Level Zero

creating moods, soothing colours

can not escape, your reference points

trapped in bounderies, true frustration

artificiell love it’s the love for yourself

that’s the way you work, in the shape of a ghost

got to hide myself

that’s the way you talk, like a brick in the wall

got to close myself

it’s a gift, we haven’t asked for

it’s a poison, I would not drink

stop to use it, would it be the end?

learn how to win, without loosing

and still we live, in those empty corridors

seeking shelter, bone-crushing fear

heavy footsteps, I’m pale in the daylight

nervous as I am, calling of the game